Few noticed me fading away, not even I. It's been happening for years, but I've pushed it to the back of my mind, let it slip by while my lifeline declines. I am alone, but I've only put it upon myself. Now I'm seeking out help, but I fear it's too late; one session a week but the pain is every day. Why did I hide for so long? Maybe I didn't want to see the truth: you never truly escape your past. I may have forgotten it, but my subconscious remains afflicted. That lonely child is still inside me, growing into an even lonelier adult, and it the fact remains that it's all my fault.