The urge to purge. The urge to relapse. The urge to run. The urge to cry. The urge to breakdown. The urge to hide. The urge to.....
I can still hear beyond the static.
I can still hear their voices. So loud. So loud. Calling. Crying. Screaming out to me. Every second grows harder. My desire is to listen. But. I can not let that happen. If I give in. I will. Fall. Back into that dark pit. Go around and around in circles. I do not want to…
I’m starving.
I truly am. My hands shake. My stomach aches. My mind grows fuzzy. I desperately desire to consume sustanence, yet I am unable to. Everything turns to ash before I taste it. Before I can savor it. Before I can find comfort in the simplest of bits. I can pick up the smallest thing. It…
Chandy Grace 