Confession

Infinite triggers, after 32 years some are still unknown, they arrive in an instance and redirect my whole world! I may never be normal, I continue to try and get better, I fear doctors or therapists because I know they will push medicine but I’ve already had the strongest most potent dose… 

Losing my loved ones, breaking all of their hearts, still this mental disaster continues to harm! 

Will I ever feel in control? Among many answers, never the one I hope for the most. My fiancé wears my flaws willingly, my son understands my wounds. This doesn’t mean they deserve to, deep down inside this I know! 

This mental disaster leaves ripples, I cannot help what I have been shown nor exposed to. I’m not playing the victim but rather a junkie trying to recover from an unknown drug!