"Stop being all gloomy and depressed.. Just get out of your bed and do something.." Mother's words just piled on to my angst. She, just like every other person who wanted to help me, "motivate" me thought that I was just being lazy, that it was but a phase I was going through. I was never able to convey how I felt to anyone who asked, partly because words started failing me since I fell into this rut, and partially because no-one took my condition seriously. I found myself struggling for words to express the helplessness, the anxiety, the fear of impending doom I was feeling, for no reason, atleast...