I had a friend in college who seemed fine. Better than fine, actually—she was always smiling, always agreeable, and always there when someone needed her. But I remember one night, we were sitting in ...
The house was unusually quiet one Saturday afternoon. No messages lighting up the phone. No plans waiting on the calendar.
It’s like I have no emotions; I’m numb a lot of the time. Something is missing in me. I have no idea how I feel about anything. Sometimes my chest feels hollow. I feel empty inside. What might seem ...