I disappeared for a bit. A few things happened that left me shrinking. Shrinking from others is one thing, but shrinking from your own mind is a problem. I got a concussion. I laid in bed for ten long days with an eye mask on, unable to process even the dim light of an overcast sky outside the window. I couldn’t talk much, because my own voice vibrated too heavily in my head. I managed to send some text messages by staring at my phone sideways with one eye half-open, my screen on dark mode and the brightness decreased to its bare minimum. But the strangest part was that I wasn’t supposed to think. How can you not think?
Bitter Hay
Bitter Hay
Bitter Hay
I disappeared for a bit. A few things happened that left me shrinking. Shrinking from others is one thing, but shrinking from your own mind is a problem. I got a concussion. I laid in bed for ten long days with an eye mask on, unable to process even the dim light of an overcast sky outside the window. I couldn’t talk much, because my own voice vibrated too heavily in my head. I managed to send some text messages by staring at my phone sideways with one eye half-open, my screen on dark mode and the brightness decreased to its bare minimum. But the strangest part was that I wasn’t supposed to think. How can you not think?