Chapter 67 Depression Relapse

• I don’t remember how many times I woke up gasping for air. Maybe it wasn’t even sleep—just those delirious hours between exhaustion and madness.
• After the full moon night, it felt like something inside me had been torn apart. My mind was frayed at the edges, my thoughts unraveling one thread at a time. I could hear my own heartbeat pounding in my ears—slow, weak, like a dying wolf trapped in its cage.
• Sometimes, I thought it was Lucy crying. But it was me.