He tells me the pretty, purple pills have changed me. I fear he is right. I am numbed to the zest for life that coursed through my veins only 6 weeks ago. The insatiable appetite for excess is on a detox it would appear. I feel diluted to my very core. Robot-like in my functioning. Faking a smile with a coffee to go.
And so I skipped a few of those lilac buzz-suckers. Just a few.
This morning I awoke with a tingling in my head, a movement, a flutter within my brain. Excitement? No. Something more like… life. Vibrancy. Thought. Inquisitiveness. Bubbling to the surface. A glimmer of my old self battling through the smog of my mind. Smouldering embers ready to re-ignite at the slightest provocation.
What’s the worst that could happen?