The loud voices crashing like waves against a boat that’s just barely staying afloat. You’re inside me, Ana. You’re killing me, Mia. I have tried to starve the negative thoughts and feed my hungry heart but the purging took over after Ana was starved of her powers; they balance each other out in an unbalanced mind. And so back and forth I go, yo-yo-ing with recovery. They say it can’t rain forever but the thunder just gets louder, the lighting strikes a little harder, the rain falls a little faster, and the boat- it sways a little harder. They say “you’re depressed because you don’t go outside enough” but really, truly, it’s because I can’t escape my head. Then they follow with an unsolicited comment of “if you eat healthier, you’ll be fine” but what they really don’t know is that these voices in our heads are crashing against a boat that’s barely staying afloat …
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