I spend the most of my time alone in my own home. My parents do live very close to me, but not close enough so that I could call them over every time I'm having an episode. So I tend to deal with them on my own accord. Sometimes it gets really lonely: there is no one in the apartment with me, just me and my shaking body. I feel so isolated from everyone and the whole world: no one knows what goes on behind these walls. Maybe my neighbors have heard my uncontrollable sobs, but that is all. In a lot of ways, it takes me back to my childhood. When I was sitting in my own room, silently crying while trying to understand what it was that was making me cry in the first place. I kept myself hidden from the rest of the world, because I didn't think anyone would care enough to listen; because the people who I thought would care about me didn't. I had to hide myself away, especially from other people but also from myself, I think. It took me a very long time to finally realize why ...