I pull myself up to stand when I slide the last low bolt near the foot of the door and sag against the chipped and peeling surface with a heavy sigh. I feel empty. Going through the motions, drained of life. My mood has been desolate for so long now that I don’t remember how to feel any other way. I honestly do not know what happened to Camilla, this Meghan I have become is a depressive state of affairs, and she is a pitiful shadow of the girl I once was.

I catch sight of myself in ...