The whole most recent chapter of "Damsel in the Red Dress" was me trying to make the experience of Alicia's depression and anxiety something the readers could feel. It's very emotional, but it's also a very clear look into her head, which i love:
I find myself sitting cross-legged on the living room floor with my head in both hands, rocking for no reason as I try to make myself focus or think.
But I can’t talk to him.
The more I try to solve the enigma - cure my empty spaces - conjure the missing piece to my broken ending the more the answers slip away from me.
I just need to wrap up a stupid lesson.
But I can’t talk to the people I’ve known for a decade without feeling like I’m doing everything wrong. How am I supposed to teach strangers?
I’m hopeless.
“Now at the end of our course together…”
No, that's not how it should go…
“As we reach the end…”
My mind begins playing “I Did It My Way” by Frank Sinatra and senseless rambles about the final curtain.
I’m panicking.
It’s not right! It’s not right!
It has to be perfect! It’s never perfect!
I bite my thumb and stare at my laptop on the paint-splattered carpet in front of me, all a mess of reds and yellows, like a whiny baby felt the need to overturn their dinner - throw it everywhere.
My mind melts a little more, and I think of Melissa and the way she talked about her husband and her son - wondering why it all feels so foreign.
There’s nothing. Nothing left. No answers. No time.
Why did I ever think I could do this?
Why did I ever think I could survive this time better than the last time? That I wouldn’t shatter and fall apart and lose my mind like the last time?
Think having a relationship with Kattar would go better than the last time-
-I tried to live and convince myself I was loved.