Chapter 8
The date for the beginning of my trial became a moving target so weeks in captivity stretched into months. My feelings of depression became deeper and darker as time went on. The thoughts of possibly trying some lighter drug use also became stronger. My fear of heavy drugs like Heroin ruled it out as an option. Life continuously shifted between dreamy consciousness and dark melancholy. Not once, did the idea of spiritual relief occur.
Out of nowhere, there were moments of overwhelming anger about the obvious abandonment by people I thought cared for me. These usually turned into visions where I would strangle Muriel to death or beat Dominick to a bloody pulp, as if that were possible?
This was usually followed by total fatigue which led to fitful sleep, only disturbed by deliv
