it’s like an old cassette tape having to be re-wound painfully again. history replays.
except that i do not know what will happen this time round. yet there are new battles to fight. will they ever end?
and my insecurities are so strong such that it makes me deliberately forget that i am even trained to be a nurse.
i’m hiding under a blanket in darkness. it’s more comforting here.
write it all off. tear it into pieces. flush the pills down the bowl. pretend they never happened. i am not here. i do not exist.