Therapy

Prologue

TRIGGER WARNING: Alcohol and addiction!

The world around me spun like a carnival ride, the lights blurring into streaks of color as I staggered through the door of my room. I was tired of feeling, tired of the ache that lodged itself in my chest every waking moment. In a desperate attempt to escape, I reached for the bottle hidden beneath my bed, the familiar glass cool against my fingers. It was my only solace, my only friend in a life that felt unbearably heavy.

I poured the amber liquid into a chipped glass, watching it swirl like my thoughts. The first sip burned, igniting a fire that spread through me, a brief spark that pushed back the shadows lurking in the corners of my mind. I downed another, feeling the warmth seep into my veins, dulling the pain that wrapped around my heart like a vice. Each drink took me further away from reality, drowning the echoes of laughter that once filled my life, the memories of friends who had faded into the shadows of my past.

Tonight, the ache was sharper, the loneliness more profound. I felt like a ghost haunting my own life, wandering aimlessly through the wreckage of my broken dreams. I reached for another bottle, pouring it generously, desperate to escape the weight of my existence. With every gulp, the world grew softer, the edges of my pain blurring into oblivion.

As the alcohol coursed through my veins, I lost myself in a haze of numbness, forgetting the mirror that reflected the girl I used to be—bright, hopeful, and full of dreams. Instead, I sank deeper into the dark abyss, where the voices of self-doubt and despair whispered cruelly in my ear. I craved release, an end to this suffocating silence that enveloped me like a thick fog.

With one last push, I opened another bottle, my hands shaking as I poured it into the glass. I raised it to my lips, feeling the weight of the world lift with every swallow. My vision blurred, and I could barely discern the room around me. I wanted to laugh, to scream, to cry—anything to escape the heaviness that clung to my skin. But instead, I felt my consciousness slipping away, a comforting darkness wrapping around me like an old, worn blanket.

The last thing I remember was the distant sound of sirens, a harsh reminder that I was still tethered to this world—a world I so desperately wanted to leave behind. In those final moments, as I surrendered to the void, I wished for nothing more than peace, even if it meant drifting away entirely.