There is a storm in my head, a rage that chokes me, imminent disaster that pricks the tip of my tongue. My skin is so heavy, scratchy like a blanket in the heat, filthy with the detritus of hiding inside it for too long. These are the days I want to scream and run into the mouth of the sun, burn the pain until it is ash that can be carried away in the wind. I am trapped in a mind that can’t forgive, behind eyes plunged into darkness by a laundry list of disease, under the relentless thumb of depression. I write from this place for relief, catharsis, but also as a looking glass, a pinhole into unexplainable sadness. If you have been here, you have tasted the heart of the storm; if you haven’t, maybe what I write, while in the grip of the disease, will help paint a picture. Maybe I am just a self serving asshole, stuck at seventeen, unable to move beyond loss. Most likely none of it matters, not the words or the feelings or the bruises I inflict on myself.

As I tried to fall asleep last night, images of the last time I saw my mother came into my mind; I felt terrified and anxious, as if the memories were needles under my skin. I begged my mind to shut the images off, to let me sleep. I took a Xanax. I thought about taking a hundred Xanax. I can’t remember how long it took to fall asleep.

Today I couldn’t move, couldn’t do the everyday things, simple things, brushing teeth, combing hair, making tea. I felt deep hatred for myself. I wished I could disappear into a place so quiet and a body so tiny, no one would ever be able to find me. I lost all direction and forgot to feel time passing over me. It rained all day. I closed the curtains to block out the sun.

Tonight I am awake, unable to sleep, again. I can feel my heart breaking, falling into a chaotic rhythm that will shake me with brutal force. I am terrified to lie down; it’s worse when I lie down. I feel as if every part of me is defective, failing, a reminder of my weakness. Perhaps I showed up too late, for dreams and joy and the happy ending we are all supposed to be searching for. I wonder how long it will take to fall asleep tonight…..