Jessica

A few minutes before, Jessica had said, "e;I now know all that I feel and why."e; Now, in a decidedly different tone of voice, she said, "e;But I still don't know me or even if a me really exists....I'm trying to find her, and I can't!"e; She dug her fingertips into my back. "e;I can't find my me. She's been lost! Are you sure she's there?"e; "e;Sure."e; My reassurance had no effect. The secret terror that had haunted her before she had had words for it, came gushing out. "e;I'm not even sure she exists anymore, or if she didn't just die, or if she didn't just leave somewhere. Will you help me find her? I can't. I can't find her anywhere. She's gone! Ow! No! No! My 'me' never had a chance. As soon as I got my hands on it, somebody ripped it away from me!"e;