Again I was misunderstood. I have become comfortably numb; an all to familiar place. The voices are crying out but I refuse to listen. They taunt me until I give ground for them to stand, they are coming for me. I find myself whimpering in a pee soaked corner filled with hysteria. The demons want what little is left of my mind as the darkness closes in on my young life. I take hold until I feel the snap of reality escape my finger tips and at that moment I discovered I would always be on my own.

The closet was the beginning of my dependency of people. Don't get me wrong, I lived life large but simple things in my mind rocked my world. I understand why I can help other people through stressful times and crumble on a simple decision but I don't know how, lost a few to feel about that.

My sisters stuffed the Army wool blankets in front of me and continued to play. The heat rose in that little closet and the air was depleting fast. I can still feel the heat bursting from my face as the tears streamed all over my face. I thrashed about trying to get out of hell. I remember the struggle and the frantic beating and tossing of the blankets as I worked my way to the door. I was one blanket away when my mom came for me.

No more hide-n-seek for me! I am hard to startle. I am comfortable but I don't know about numb anymore. Life has changed and I lost a few bags along this journey. I am proud but I still remember.