Chapter 92 - The Gap Between Us

I’m suffocating.

My road to recovery is like a roller coaster ride. Some days I’m on the up, more than grateful to be alive. But there are days, the ones that suck me into a pit of despair that seems to be happening more frequently lately. Those days are the worst. A cloud hangs over me. No, a rainstorm thunders over my head, and nothing can get me out of it.

The worst part is that I can’t seem to hide it anymore. The people around me tiptoe.

My mom minces her words. More often than not, she chooses not to say anything at all for fear of triggering something. My friends put on a show. It’s as if every visit is a quest to pull out a laugh or just an amused smile from me. Sometimes I force myself, other times it’s more exhausting to keep up the facade. I love them dearly, but the need for solitude outweighs everything these days.