Updated: May 14
Right as I met Mitchell,
I was miserable, addicted to pills, and in a relationship I wanted out.
I was estranged from my family.
I was living on the couch of a woman with mild, traumatic brain damage.
Addicted to klonopin, oxycontin, morphine, and loratab.
I was in hell.
I dug a pit for myself.
I was haunted by my own thoughts.
Oh! I cringe. My choices are haunting and I can’t escape them.
I have never felt closer to the devil.
Heaven and hell are not conditions reserved for the afterlife.
They exist right here and now.
I used to believe I could do anything.
I don't believe i can do anything.
I am lost, miserable, and confused.