It's not real, it was just a depiction of a very traumatizing experience and yet it haunts me till this day, as fresh as the day it happened, to be teleported to that exact anguish and pain, completely paralyzed by the dangers in your head is a terrifying feeling, to be a prisoner of the nightmares conjure in your head felt like a cage, confined in a box with no windows. It had been like that for five years... I remained imprisoned in my head while still trying to hold onto reality.
Time moved on but I didn't. I was stuck in a past that had forgotten about me, I still crave what it offered, what I lost, and what I ruined with my very hands, constantly tormenting myself. I was alive on the surface but I was dead within. Not until I found my anchor back again.
