Thursday, October 11, 2007


It's like a weight upon my shoulders, upon my head. The bleakness extends to the extremities of my hands and feet. It's all numb. I'm struggling under the heaviness of this fog, trying to see past this curtain of smoke into more nothingness. I want to cry, but my heart beats too fast and I can't catch my breath. I'm drawing deep breaths and my voice sounds like it's coming from the end of the tunnel. It's not my voice.

I'm afraid. I'm afraid.

1 comment:

KansasSunflower said...

Are the drugs helping with the voices, though? Are they helping with the more serious symptoms, or not? I'm SO SORRY you're having such a hard time! You seem like the kind of person that, if I worked with you, I would have *no clue* you had any issues at all.