And if they ask you why I got lost, tell them I went crazy!

Every morning I woke up with difficulty, I looked in the mirror with problems, and after some time I could not bear to see my face in the mirror.
I ate my breakfast, I ate compulsively some days, some days I ate a little and others too much, to the point of overdoing it, it was as if I was punishing myself for something... For something that I didn't know about.
The situation at home was unbearable, shouting, moaning and too much fuss, it was like that every day, to the point where I don't want to go home but go out as much as I can so as not to break down.
At some point, the people I had next to me started to tire of me and I no longer felt anything for anyone, not even for myself.
It was as if someone had put me on standby, my body was there but my soul was a wanderer and was elsewhere, as were my thoughts.
I now felt like I was a monster and not a beautiful woman, a woman who loved her people very much but was beaten more than she could bear. And you know what happens, right? When they beat you mercilessly to the point where you can't take it anymore, they do it so that you fall and can't get up anymore, to push you to your limits. And maybe they succeeded then.
So if you want to take a breather from all this chaos of your thoughts and guilt, leave, leave as far away as possible, if necessary from everyone, until you become what you were again, find the normal part of you, only then! And if you ever see me on the street, after many years, talk to me, and if they tell you why I got lost, tell them I went crazy.