I was finally started to live my life. But then, all of a sudden I'm taken to a new place with new faces. Left with nothing but a long recovery journey. Or so I thought.
By the end of the first day, I was terrified and confused.
After four days, I had recoiled within myself. Barely speaking, hardly eating.
Fifteen days in, I'd entertained thoughts of killing myself, but never had the means of achieving it.
Seventy days ... I could no longer see my own future.
And now, after 135 days ... I've had enough.