Day 2:
You are lost in crazy land, your heart is beating too fast, your legs are weak, your head is spinning and the darkness around you hides that chink of light. Did it disappear? Did you really just dream it? Maybe if you take more pills it will come back; that feeling of hope will come back. But no it's been lost, snatched away by a whispered voice that comes from the dark and reveals your inner most fear. So you drop to the ground again and reach once more for that pill bottle. You retreat to that safe little world, that place of nothingness where the dreams you once dreamed of a different life can still live and time once again stops. That hope broke your heart and killed your soul, so now you are trying to repair it with sticky tape but the pieces will not fit back together right or maybe a piece fell on the floor and you just cannot see it for the dark. The path is endless, the journey hopeless, the end is forever too far away and you just do not think that your rapidly beating heart can take anymore.
