I need to restart this. I need to breathe and breathe and breathe and get it down so somebody out there might read this and know what they're doing here. What they're doing to us. What they did to me.
The thing is––the thing is––
I thought I knew I was going to get out of here.
I thought it was going to be a quick week trip.
I thought I'd be back in my office right now, bragging to my coworkers about what a freaking amazing time I'd had.
I thought it was going to be a break.
A vacation.
A moment to relax.
But I'm not relaxing anymore. I'm not relaxing. I'm not––
Breathe. BREATHE.
I have breath in my lungs.
I need to keep reminding myself that.
I need to keep breathing. In and out. In and out. In and out.
I just––I just don't know anything anymore. How many treatments I'm getting, how many check-ups I have in the day, how long it's been since my last entry. I don't know any of it. The doctor bumped my prescription up so high a while back that everything's started to blend together, and I can't recall how long it's been. The sun outside my window tells me it's daytime, maybe noon, but for all I know it's the dead of night. For all I know, it's three AM and I'm in the dark, writing without a light.
It sounds weird, but I can't trust my eyes anymore.
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Not Too Well
Ciencia FicciónDesperate for a break from her demanding job, Lilith is convinced to check into the Wellness Center for a week. Curious as to how effective the center is, she decides to keep a diary while she's there. As Lilith's week at the Wellness Center draws...
