(Jordan)
The nurses and doctors surrounding me seemed to be relieved that I had come out of my comatose state, but were now worried about my sudden unresponsiveness. No matter how many times I tried I couldn’t move any part of my body, and confinement did not suit me well. The more trapped I was, the more crazy I thought I was becoming.
Better to be crazy, than dead…
Oh goddess, make this voice stop! I thought to myself, but it didn’t matter no matter how many times I kept my thoughts to myself, the voice would always intervene. I tried to ignore the judgemental and stupid things it said, but to no avail it kept talking. It was only when the doctor came in every night at eight p.m. sharp, injecting me with a sedative that I could get the silence I craved for.
When morning came and the
