same day , same story lil bit more sadness there was lil bit happiness too however numb me kept dealing with the day,sitting in the bedroom overheard some voices discussing financial worries ,life worries yeah they are my parents,something holds back ,something thats painful enough ,something that acts as if our angel but its evil .something that makes feel as if there is invisible cage around me not allowing me to take steps no its not my comfort zone its my mental illness and my own persona .i guess loving parents isnt enough making them feel more alive every single moment as they grow older is.