Toxic love
The day you left was my first encounter with mental health.
Your goodbye present felt like venom, injected in my veins and perpetually flowing through my blood stream.
Sometimes it’s light, It tickles my chest every once in a while but its pretty much harmless.
But other times its thick. If fills my lungs and I can’t breath. It’s cold and heavy, and it weighs me down.
When that happens my body reacts in unexpected ways. I feel like crying and sleeping at the same time.
I feel like running to melt the bad away and I drink water, non stop, to drain it.
Suddenly, out of panic, I become my own hero. I do everything in my power to save the woman trapped in my head
And eventually, after minutes that feel like years the poison dissolves in the air.
And I can breathe again.
