The First Step

Five years ago, I sat on the bathroom floor with the shower on. I did not want to get up, neither move nor stand up . Just sit there till eternity. At times I looked at the door, hoping someone would turn up trying to get me out or yell ‘ everything is going to okay honey. I am with you.’ But nobody did.

I looked myself in the mirror. Red eyes. Red Nose. I could not recognize the person in the mirror. It wasn’t me. She was someone else, a broken soul. I wondered whether my parents knew that I was in there for more than 30 mins. I knew this couldn’t go for long. Something had to change. The situation or may be me.

And after five long years, I decided to write the story down. The cure I gave to myself. The Ecstatic Cure.

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