From my book, Severe Silence (https://www.createspace.com/6723881) Some days it's just too hard. At work I'm OK--familiar faces, things to do, so I forget about me. Than I get home and cook up a bland rice dish and I can't eat it even though I'm hungry. I cry for the loss of everything. I'm lonely, alone, but free. My entire world is turned upside down. It's unfathomable, a deep pit. I'm swirling, no idea who I am. Like a roller coaster in the dark. Sheer terror. It's 7:00 p.