I opened the doors to Hell and walked in gleefully.
Maybe if I had gone on like that I could have stopped myself in time. Maybe at that point I still had it in me to come through.
There is no in between, we all have to touch our own bottom.
I forced my eyes open and saw the image that’s haunted me every day for the past years of my life. And every day, in my nightmares.
At least, when there’s fear, there’s some human part left in you. Once that’s gone, though, there is nothing.
