She wanted to argue with her that there was nothing wrong with her, but she couldn't. There was something wrong with her and she was desperate to know what it was. Overindulgence in potions when she was stressed out or unhappy certainly didn't help matters. She could at least begin to understand that they were at least partially responsible for the gaps in her memory. When she took too many of them, she couldn't remember. That wasn't all though. There was definitely something more. She couldn't explain the periods of confusion she had when she would wake up and think that Harry was still alive. Or how she still didn't know the truth about her parents. Her pride was keeping her from asking Antonin to clear up the mystery of their fate. She knew that soon she would need to get over it and ask.