I feel unspeakably lonely. And feel - drained. It is a blank state of mind and soul I cannot describe to you as think it would not make any difference. Also it is a very private feeling have - that of melting into a perpetual nervous breakdown. I am often questioning myself what I further want to do, who further wish to be; which parts of me, exactly, are still functioning properly. No answers, darling. At all.
- Anne Sexton, A Self-Portrait In Letters












