~Maya~
Some rituals I just can’t escape, and being in a new place in unfamiliar surroundings is not helping as I check the windows and the doors, then question if I really checked them or do I just think I did.
It’s a relentless cycle. No matter the amount of retraining of my brain, no matter the amount of counseling I did, this is one habit I can’t seem to break, and by early morning as the sun slowly comes up, I give up trying to sleep.
Walking to the glass front doors and seeing the light trying to peek through the gaps in my curtains, I groan. I can’t remember the last time I slept without help, without the dreaded drugs that make me forget my name, and can’t remember the last time I slept a full night since I stopped taking them.
Even in the asylum for all that time, I rarely sle
