I'm glad you came here and got the help you needed," Neil says, and he shakes my hand in that way that people do in here to remind themselves that you're the patient and they're the doctor/volunteer/ employee. They like you, and they genuinely want you to do better, but when they shake your hand you feel that distance, that slight disconnect because they know that you're still broken somewhere, that you might snap at any moment.

We look into each other's eyes as we shake. His are still full of death and horror, but in them I see my face reflected, and inside my tiny eyes inside his, I think I see some hope.

I like how you don't hide your problems like everyone else, and I don't have to hide mine when I'm around you.

Is that the truth, Jimmy?" I ask without looking at him. "It's the truth and it come to ya!" I smile.

I was never big on rage.' 'Why?' "It's so much more angry in my head than it could ever be outside.

Nobody had told me I was common.

I want to live but I want to die. What do I do?