"Things aren't great. The nightmares of my past are returning to haunt me in my sleep. When I'm awake, a certain sound, a word, brings back the memories and I freeze. I can't breathe. My soul is so torn. I wonder if it will ever be healed completely. My heart is ripped into shreds. It doesn't seem as if there's anyway to mend it. I'm dying. I'm dying and no one can tell. They don't even care. It's torture, going through the motions of life as if I'm really here. I don't remember the last time I really felt anything. The last time I cried or laughed and meant it. And I wonder why no one can tell. They all say the love me but then why aren't they able." - Jacqueline Kelly