I’ve been dissociating more and more frequently during the day. I’ll get caught in a thought and be torn away from my body. I’ll be left standing still holding my breath stuck until my bursting lungs force me to breath and snap out of it. 

I get stuck walking circles in the kitchen. 

I’m hiding from the storm I can feel building. I told my case manager I was feeling suicidal and she said she’d call back next week. 

I am so very tired. I wish they had just killed me when they were done.