Day 6:
Trying to pull yourself back out of the pill bottle was not easy, it was easier to remain but you made a promise and while you have never kept any other promise you have made, you are determined to keep this one, if just for the sanity of the person that you made it to. But then something happens and you start to think, what is the point of keeping a promise that is hurting you when the one you are keeping the promise too just keeps breaking your heart? At least inside the pill bottle, nothing could hurt you. It was your protection against pain, against feeling, against life. And now that is gone and you are left with basically nothing or at least you wish it felt like nothing because the pain that is building in your heart threatens to spill out and simply destroy you. But you cannot go back so you plod on, your heart breaking, and your chest aching with silent ters slipping down and a smile upon your face which is all anyone can see and you wish just to go back to when it was easy, when life did not hurt, when you could fool yourself, when you believed in yourself but all of this was before and now life is what it is and you have to stick with it, what else do you have? Nothing and the bad type of nothing not the good type, so you let the pain continue and you plod on, still trying to find that chink of light.
