I remember sitting in my room locked away in a mental institution. It was cold, gloomy and scary. I sat on my bed trying to make sense of everything that happened.
I tried to end my life again, and I just wanted things to stop for a couple of seconds. I wanted to breathe air that wasn’t full of panic and trauma.
I wanted to feel something, but I couldn’t. I knew I couldn’t escape my reality and every day I just kept living. I couldn’t escape my body no matter how much I wanted to.
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