Days passed by since my breakdown. The sun rose and fell, spring came, then summer. I ate things that were odourless, tasteless substances. I slept, or rather stayed in bed weeping and trying to sleep or avoiding people. I talked only when talked to, that too in monosyllables. I was indifferent to everything. I felt nothing. Apart from the few hours I spent crying and wallowing silently, that little time when all restraints break loose, all my emotions vanished without a trace. I was a shell of a human, a walking Zombi; Lifeless.
It hit me bad. I needed help. So I seeked help.