Weak, flabby, lazy, confused; these and a myriad other things have been used to describe me, a lot of them by my own self. Barely making ends meet, steeped in an endless depression, not living my authentic life...just the one others want me to live. Wanting to break free, to be myself, to go forward and accomplish things with my own hands and not have them be measured by what I can be told to do in a cubicle.
Then one night, it happened.
Fell exhausted on my bed, another monotonous week. Never able to sleep except for the sheer lack of enthusiasm for the next day making me pass out. I tossed and turned, shapeless senseless dreaming, vertigo inducing motions swirling me around until sudden blackness.
My head hurts. Whole body is sore, laying on something gritty and firm. Mouth feels like sand, wait...that IS sand. I squint my eyes open, sunlight immediately saturating my vision and stinging the hell out of my eyes. I start to panic, confused as to why I am not in my r