unraveling and rambling.

I don’t understand what’s happening to me. Where I am. A nameless place where I become nameless. Writing cannot solve this strangeness. I am becoming the strangeness, my mind is beginning to use a cryptic language, all strange to me. I am dampened, I am wearing a huge wet blanket. A gigantic sheath. My love of life, my passion to live in this world, all dampened. I am tumbling and fumbling through this place, this place of the living, I am falling behind, crashing completely, getting up, running, falling again, This is scary. Where am I? I am a zombie. Reduction in medication. What’s going on up there, brain? I feel like a broken robot, fake and malfunctioning. It’s all in my head…ha. All in my head. Dissolving into myself. A shipwreck of a woman. How much will describing this help? I need time. I need time to heal, but from what I’m not sure. I feel deranged. I don’t know what to do with my life and there’s no one who can give me answers. Rabbit hole. Fingers bent out of shape. Warped mind. Unstable. I can’t fix this myself. I am unraveling.¬†

About Undecided Pseudonym

A woman who remembers enjoying writing.
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