This writing took place in the lead-up to my recent mental health crisis. What I write is a window on my state of mind before, during and after a crisis – it is not intended as mental health advice. If you are experiencing mental health issues, please seek professional help as soon as possible.
18th March 2026
There’s a storm inside. Every time I learn or think about trauma my body feels wired – full of angst. So I turn to my compulsions to get some relief.
I feel it in my chest and arms like CO2 in a soda. My skin is uncomfortable. I want to escape, but I want to know the truth. I’m alone in this quest.
Clues. Fragments. How many? And for how long? I’ve been exhausted for as long as I can remember.
What happened to me?
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