"I think it's time for you to go back on the medication..." Her tone was artificial. Her words seemed to be ones not said out of fear, but out of forged feeling.
"Mother, the medication won't help with sleep. The medication will stop me from feeling sadness. I know that doesn't sound terrible, Mom-"
"I just want peace in my home." she interfered walking away.
The medication will not stop me from feeling angry because of the numbness of not feeling sad, Mother. I thought to myself.
The medication cannot help me in school, Mother.
The medication cannot help me be motivated, Mother.
The medication cannot help me be happy; it can only block sadness, Mother...
Her words marinated in my mind for the continuation of the night.
I just want peace in my home, I just want peace in my home. I just want peace in my home.
I fell asleep hearing her words. Nightmares crowded my mind.
An anarchy, chaos, confusion.
It was loud.
Riots, papers flying, devastation.
Though it wasn't a city or a world filled with lawlessness.
It was a mind.
Neurons tangled around each other pumping different chemicals and thoughts.
Causing an emotional upset.
Pandemonium.
By the end of this delusion the neurons became a discombobulation of dead cells.
I woke in a cold sweat.
I just want peace in my home.
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