Hell

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.

Now...

I don't believe i can do anything.

I am lost, miserable, and confused.