Breakdowns aren’t as loud as you think. The scream attracts no one. In fact, everything just speeds up to a blur of people rushing by and going about their own lives
It’s not like I was some poor maiden on the side of the road with a flat. No dress to lift and show a little thigh to a car passing by.i just wouldn’t get out of bed
Mother always knows best
The doctor called it a “depressive episode” and loaded me down with more medication.
Mother has all but moved in here. She loves control
Now she loves control
These medications seem to ground me here. Like reality is a room that I have been sent to