Light In The Struggle

I laid there in tears with my letter by my side as my entire body began to go numb. The numbing now matched the pain I had felt for months. Except now, it was finally physical and no one could tell me that it wasn’t real. I’m not exactly sure where I went wrong or how I had gotten to the point where taking a multitude of pills was better than sleeping it off again. Maybe it was the fact that every time “I slept it off” I woke up with it still there, the day was new but the pain was old. Or maybe it was the idea of it never ending, having to live with the pain forever. I couldn’t control my thoughts anymore and if I couldn’t understand them then who would? I had accepted that my mind was no longer mine and nobody would ever be…

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