I was going crazy. Whoever advised going cold turkey to fight addiction did not know him. I just wanted it to stop. But it won't, right?
I give up. I picked the pen up and started to write. The words were flying from my hand. The words came to life. The people talked to one another.
I know I will eventually lost myself to the stories. I will become just another part of their world.
My psychiatrist did not believe me. She thought that writing is destroying my mental health.
It is reversal. It is the only thing keeping me save. Stopping all the voices inside my head.
Eventually disappearing does not sound like such a bad deal anymore.