This is an account of my first relationship, an abusive one. It broke my mind and body, drove me to severe self-harm, and a decade on I'm still not completely free of the repercussions. Here is what my mind remembers from those days.
You wake up and it's foggy. Outside the window and inside it. You are moving too slow, as you always do. Your ears are filled with the strange buzz of no-noise and your mouth is chalky with no-taste. You have one thousand things you should have done by last night and they are not done… Continue reading It’s Foggy in Here
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