spiralling. (a short story)
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"Disordered thinking is what they call it. I can recall moments throughout my day, but I can't find the connections between one event and the next. There's a lot of blank spaces, in between other grey areas. "
originally written for an assignment, I wrote a short story detailing instances that have happened to me during episodes of dissociation, psychosis, and mania. some of these situations were also made up and have never happened to me. I kinda like this, hopefully you do too. I also hope this brings to light how serious psychosis can be, and how unfun and untrendy it really is.
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