I need comfort tonight, I need it.  I need someone to tell me it’s all okay after my first day back to being “normal” after a relapse. But no, when I need someone but because I can’t tell them they leave me. Now I’m sat crying on my bedroom floor, I’m so angry and hurt. I can’t do it, I can’t breathe. I can’t get myself back together. I thought I was better. I lied to my doctor thinking I could lie to myself.