chapter one

let’s start in the middle. sometimes, when the wind blows it destroys. i’ve found the pain that simmers in my gut. the fear of waking at 2:00 am and not being able to save myself… or him again. death in sleep is expected. but let’s be logical, shall we?

my reality is bleak. emotional to the extreme on every moment that occurs in my life – every second. logical – what consists of this logical reality I seek?

emotions, I have mistakening thought were my friends. my personalities ranging from angry Angie to stressed Sally. which will i be today? will the meds guide me in the right “light” today? we shall see.