I knock on all the wood in the room, hoping this is a step in the right direction. I look down and reality splits into two, a new spin on something I know all too well. I throw my phone onto a counter, thinking I'll forget about it for a while. I try to avoid screens, instead I try to read. There I sit until words split and closing one eye no longer suffices. I lie down, covering my eyes, not sure if I'm telling the truth or a lie, that this is a part of the process to feeling fine.
From February 2020