A DAY WHEN I COULD HAVE, SHOULD HAVE, WOULD HAVE..... EXCEPT I COULD NOT
Today I am screaming internally with the weakness, shifting, crushing pain, the throbbing numbness, t orture from the simplest noise or movement. Everything feels broken inside me. No path to communicate, to verbalise, to express. No path to comprehension, understanding. No path to memory or information. No way to explain or describe the agonised reality I live in. Every sound hits me. Every noise hurts me. Every unexpected invasion of my space paralyses me. My muscles are dead to feeling but alive to pain. Contact so exquisitely unbearable it is impossible to convey the sensation it engenders or the pain level. This forces me into intolerable, invisible isolation. For even if I am in the same room as you I am not experiencing you or the environment in the same way. Even the sound of your breathing can be an irritation to me because it is assaulting my senses. The I that is me, is trapped deep within me, suppressed and compressed into smaller and darker spaces as eye...