depression

Esther Greenwood was drowning in her own mind, her own thoughts. The nightmares were ceaseless, the darkness all-encompassing. She felt like a bell jar was placed tightly over her existence, muffling her cries for help, and amplifying her fears and anxieties. How could she have come to this? From being a promising young writer to feeling absolutely meaningless and empty? She longed for a whiff of fresh air, a glimmer of hope, but all she was met with was the cold and hollow echoes of her own despair.