From a Living Hell to Something That May Yet Save Me

There was part of me that was hanging on for dear life, and it was hard work

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3:00 am: The eyes wouldn’t open on their own. It was as if a small part of my mind was rebelling against the idea of awareness and locked the mechanisms that wedged the eyes open. My mind knew if I couldn’t see, I couldn’t go to work.