Sophia Baez

Finding Self

“I’ve heard enough of this nonsense!” I cried. I ran into my room. I knew it would be my safe place but even there I no longer felt peace and tranquility. I slammed the door to break the voices in my head. I breathe and feel my lungs work like a faulty filter struggling to clear my mind. I begin to choke. I throw myself onto the bed with frustration because I want to move about but I want to do nothing at all. What was once comfortable now feels like a lump of sand. I needed control and I have lost that.