And just like that the crack continues to break.
It makes a unpredictable path I need to follow.
To try to heal it before I completely explode from pressure.
Where's my mind now?
Where has it gone?
I only hear echoes,
Of who I used to be.

~

Everything is getting on my nerves. For some reason I'm more irritated than usual. My mind is so freaking loud that I feel like I'm going crazy. All these memories are coming at me all at once.

I feel confused and weird. It's like I don't have any purpose anymore.

Like I'm a walking ghost.

I guess this might be because I got new medication...

Reason why I am so honest that I'm taking medication and why I'm not shy to be this open is because of the stigma. That if you take medication it somehow makes you weak, but that's not true.

For every ilness there's a pill to make you cope better.