• 27 Days

    “So when do you think it all started?”


    I looked to the psychologist and smiled almost evilly, I suppose you could say insanely, that’s what it felt like to me anyway. Of course I knew when it had all started – it had been happening to me – but I couldn’t really pinpoint the exact time I became depressed. I just realized one day there was something not quite right but why the hell am I telling you? You aren’t the one trying to help me but I highly suspect that this person isn’t either. As far as I’m concerned this person is just someone else making money out of my problems...


    But that’s really all this world is nowadays, isn’t it? People making profits out of other people’s problems; like scavengers, money-hungry people with nothing else better to do. But I’m not here to tell you about them or this psychologist. I’m here to tell you about me and how my life fell apart in the course of twenty-seven days. I’m Bree McEwan and this is my story.