““There is a screaming in my head. It is me, or some part of me that has been woken up like a kraken disturbed from the seabed by a passing ship, surfacing to drag the boat and sailors to a watery grave. With each scream, I feel myself sinking lower and lower into an abyss, dark and suffocating. A voice—my voice—has started up in my mind, telling me how worthless I am, that I am such a pariah no woman will ever notice me, that no one will care if I got hit by a bus.””
