College Town

Roommate Jane (’90s)

Tearose and Jasmine

 

Depressed to the point of catatonia. I feel as helpless as broken doll, trapped between the teeth of a rabid dog.

‘Don’t be so eager to tell people that you have a mental illness,’ someone once advised me.
‘You mean I should be ashamed?’
‘Not exactly but sometimes people you admire and respect don’t react as you expect them to.’

My room is suffused with the scent of tearoses and jasmine. But all I can smell is my own fear.