A long lime ago, in a galaxy far far away...

There was this girl who was so close of just making her way out it was pretty scary, even for her. She asked, begged, screamed for help. The force finally went by her side. 

Is she fine? Well, she is still waking up every morning. Don't ask about the other 23 hours and 59 minutes of the day, thou since it's still a huge struggle to do every single ordinary thing that seems so easy(ier) to everyone else. But as she answered to her mother: I'm not trying to end it all anymore (not a hundred times a day... But she omits this addendo)

She analyses things as usual. And finds no conclusion at all. Life is still as empty as a balloon, not matter how pretty its colors can be on the outside. And she keeps floating in the air. Waiting for the a pop to come...