I knew something was wrong, I know was not feeling right. 

I was at the doctors for a physical and I could not take it, I felt a hand rubbing my shoulder as I explained how I was feeling, sadness, darkness, and fear. 

The doctor watched my every move making sure that I would be analyzed and the diagnosis would be made. It was a hard feeling, I was unfamiliar with but the doctor noded and left the room. I wanted to cry, I knew that everyone just thought that I was being dramatic or that I wanted attention. I wasn't. 

I tried to focus on the murmurs in the hall way out side of the door. As I became to tired to care the doctor stepped back in with a grave expression.