It’s like falling down a dark narrow space and you’ve been falling for years but you never land. Its like screaming trying to scream when you’re having a bad dream but nothing comes out. It’s like crying but all people hear is laughing. It’s like falling asleep in the middle of the day not because […]
The struggle of survival admidst these sleepless nights of carnage, where the night becomes the day and the day becomes the night, a far cry from reality is the sentence, as I’m in-prisoned by my mind and the constant battle between thoughts that race through my head at a speed of knots. The OCD intensifies as it grabs a hold of my attention as I try to escape from the racing thoughts of chaos if only for a moment as if to catch my breath returning to the surface from a deep lagoon of water, they become relentless, not even passing or letting up if only for a moment the tortured thoughts send me to the brink of insanity, where i just crumble to my knees with my head in my hands just wishing away this pain and anguish that just adds to the fear of fear that I already carry with me every minute of every day, I start to question what is this I’m in, a nightmare of frustration and anger I’m trapped In, that I see no escape from, there ain’t no light at the end of my tunnel at times is merely but an illusion of hope to try to reduce the pain of suffering from this tortured mind of insanity.
By Brett Pomfrey