I smile, and I laugh. Often. I feel bursts of excitement and I laugh until my stomach hurts. I can find humour in everything, I make jokes. I feel relaxed and comfortable.

But when it’s time to go home and I settle in bed, the smile fades away and the loneliness seeps in.
I cry, and I feel like my chest is contracting instead my chest. I feel my gut twisting in sadness and anxiety. My thoughts run wild with anything. I let the tears fall freely. I feel alone and empty.