It's like a wolf under the moonlight, who has to gain control every once in a while because she needs to roam free from being suppressed all of the time. It's only matter of time, always.
As of right now I thought I was on the road to recovery, but even on track with my medication, I'm beginning to feel like I'm slipping again. Is it only a matter of time? How do you live with this? I answer my own questions, just as I have for the 25 years I have been alive.
It doesn't get easier each time as time progresses, they still sting just as much as it were initially. I'm a prisoner within my own body.
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