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| 2 | December is approaching and with it comes that familiar inexplicable pull toward a room I have spent so long trying to forget. I remember the blinding light above me, the unbearable sterility of the air and the terrible feeling of being somewhere my own existence no longer belonged to me. Somewhere between the silence and the screaming I still cannot tell whether some part of me never wanted to leave that room or whether I was simply too terrified of ever finding myself there again. Perhaps those two feelings have always been indistinguishable. That was the moment something fundamental slipped away from me and I have been trying to find my way back to myself ever since but sometimes December arrives and I am no longer entirely certain which version of me it is that remembers. Since then even the smallest decisions have felt like things I was no longer capable of making alone I have grown so estranged from my own judgment that I find myself waiting for someone else to tell me what to do & what not to do. As though the simplest act of choosing had become a blade beneath my feet and every step threatened to tear apart whatever remained of me | 8 |
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