"My name is June Edith."

I stand at the sink, repeating the same phrases over and over.

"My name is June Edith, I'm twenty-four."

"I'm twenty-four," I whisper.

Taking a deep breath, I try again.

"My name is June Edith, I'm twenty-four, and-uh-"

I hit the edge of the sink harshly with my weak hands.

"Shit, I can't do this."

Just breathe, June

"Okay... My name is June Edith, I'm twenty-four, and I...I suffer from depression and bipolar disorder."

As I sigh in relief, the bathroom door swings open behind me. I quietly walk out and into the cold hall of the Columbus Medical Center.

Why does everything have to be so cold and white?

God, I can't do this, I can't do this, I can't d-

"Sorry!" A boy almost shouts as we bump into each other.

"Are you okay? Hey, I'm so sorry," He snaps his fingers in front of my face meekly, making sure I'm okay.

Crap- somehow I zone out so easily I don't even know what's going on.

"Oh, Sorry. It's fine." I answer. 

The smallest of smiles escapes my lips as I kindly brush past him to the counseling wing.