[ she lets out her own puff of air, even smiles - but it's humorless too and in commiseration. ] I usually lock myself in my room. [ well. ] I mean, I'd like to. I do - I have a journal and writing helps. But I make myself get out. You know, breathe, eat, sleep until it's not as hard anymore.
[ she's had plenty of experience. her expression drops and so does her eyes. she's recalling all that experience. ]