No one knew what we were really going through. Life was pain. The cause of that pain, uncertain.
“I am unable to focus.”
“Instability.”. Disarming thoughts. Erratic behavior. Lucidity was an odd thing to posses. Dreaming becomes a misery and a routine cause to look deeply.
Part one of the iatrogenic impairment.
That may in part because I recognize my own personal healing experience as well.
This piece of it is called: