Looking back, I should have known. It’s not solely to do with the fact that as some might say I have become ‘older and wiser’, but that my emotions transcended into a dark madness of sorts. Too sporadic to be sane, too eccentric to be accepted, this was a lethal combination that deterred my life down a path of utter despair. Now that the fog has begun to roll from the confines of my mind I am reaching a point of clarity and realization. I’ve been in a coma for a majority of my young adult life. What have I done? Am I now moving from a victim of mental decay into a slave of pharmaceuticals for the sake of relief? If I am unable to find faith, to whom am I to confess? These words… They will be my salvation.
