"I try to rub my arms, but I still feel cold. I dress, but nothing I put on fits right. I try and eat, but all the food tastes like sawdust. I turn on the TV, but the lights and noise hurt my head. I pace around the living room. I pace in the kitchen. I pace in the living room again. I grab my car keys. I get in my car. I drive and drive and drive, and I think I"m going to leave. I think I"m going to leave and not look back. It would be easier."