Reading in the pain notebook

I lived oscillating between many of the lives that dwell inside my head, and every time I return to my reality I become confused. I sit among people and it seems to me that I am a spider or even a broken perfume bottle whose spring scent emanates, and in this way my mother gets angry with me or friends accuse me of not caring about their conversations, and many times I shouted at anyone who interrupted my daydreams without feeling. "The secret life of obsessive depression" by Amani Al-Saigh, published by Ta'athir Publishing, 75 pages.