Pre
I always had trouble sleeping.
I would go online and look for some diy solutions. Most of them would tell me to go talk to someone or even find a psychologist.
Guess what.
I didn’t. Sleep wouldn’t come for days at a time and on some days, I would just look up to my ceiling and do nothing, I wouldn’t think. I wouldn’t talk. I wouldn’t live. It was as if I was dying.
There were... some major consequences from that decision. People might say that this was my own fault and I caused my own hell but, I knew that fate did this to me. I knew that there were nothing else that could’ve saved me. I knew that no one would be willing to save me.
