A Beta Life

committal manner towards the door of my room and out into the hallway, av

r rudimentary hobby. On a bad day, she is more heard than seen, usually finding herself in solitary

utine of how my every day ran. I don't particularly love taking the meds, but I'm aware of two definitive things here: Firstly, it's next to impossible not to take them anymore. The nurses always ma

t the life I wanted to live, but whatever they're giving me here stopped the attacks for two months solid, and that alone gave me a glimpse of something I haven't had in a while: hope. The pity of that particular irony does not escape me. For now, I pursue the distant possibility of a future where I won't have to live this secluded, lonely, and controlled life. Maybe after I complete my care here, I won't always dream about my body burning and splitting into pieces., my mind being pulled into a different reality, one where I am someone else. Something not human. Perhaps I will be free of the night terrors that plague me, putting pictures into my turbulent brain and showing me a future where I become s