Where Am I?

Are my medications distancing me from myself, from my personality? I don’t know how I feel, I don’t know if I’m numb or drab or anything else, but at the same time only I can know what affect these drugs are having on me. They’re providing me a safety net, no doubt, from my warring mind, but at what cost? What price must we pay for safe sanity? I want my life back. It’s coming back, slowly. My mind is coming back to me. My peace and hope are slowly being refilled. Hope. Hope is important. I miss hope. I miss having an unshakable faith that the future will be bright. I miss seeing the bigger picture, the image greater than my own suffering. 

About Undecided Pseudonym

A woman who remembers enjoying writing.
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