It’s catching up to me…
The vertigo, insomnia, migraines that don’t dissipate. Close calls of falling from not height at all, because I can’t stand and not sway. My slightly shaky hands when I take a video; the corners of my mind that I no longer know. How I will never be who I was before; the fear that I’m unable to grow into something more.
I wither like a sapling in the shade of an oak, long dead; Stuck inside the pathways of my forever injured head.

Luciana, 36