Delve into the mind of Teala, Sickness

Sickness

I’m sad and I want to cry.

I feel all alone.

I like to think I’m only feeling this way because I feel sick. Being ill makes people feel that way doesn’t it?

I wonder if I've been changed in the night? Let me think. Was I the same when I got up this morning? I almost think I can remember feeling a little different. But if I'm not the same, the next question is 'Who in the world am I?' Ah, that's the great puzzle!