"At first," I said, the words feeling like jagged glass in my throat, "I had no recollection of what happened under Dr. Thorpe’s care. One minute I remember being home, and then... I was just there. In that clinic. They told me I had tried to kill myself."
I looked at Diane, but I was seeing the white walls of that room. "And in my head, at the time, everything they said made sense. I felt... happy. In an empty, hollow sort of way. Some memories were a blur, and it made my head hurt just to try and think about the life I’d had before. I accepted their version of my own life because I didn't have the strength to find my own."
I paused, and I felt the first hot sting of tears finally break past my resolve. My voice trembled as the mask of the 'composed survivor' slipped, revealing the raw
