‘The Good Doctor’ vi. Once I was whole. Now something was broken. And it was like there’d never be any fixing it, there’d never be any not knowing what it had been like before. And it was growing. Taking control. Fracturing me further. Becoming me in a way that affected my every thought, my every decision, my every action. That wasn’t just the first thing I knew when I woke the next morning, but the only thing. I ate breakfast, watched TV, and then the survival game began again: get through each second, count down every minute, watch the hours tick by, until I could go back to bed, find…