I probably looked like a deer in the headlights when I dropped my scrubber and sat down at the table where my journal and Bible were laying. I slowly opened my journal and wrote down everything that was flooding my brain. I had to fight this off. It was time for battle whether I was ready or not.
On October 19th, 2014, I let go of my dream to become a nurse. I had been fighting with my dysfunctional brain for too long. Everything was a blur, and not just because of my tears. I hadn't been able to think straight in months. The day previous, I ran into the road, scared and afraid, not knowing where I was. I was tortured everyday by confusion, even though I was fighting to keep everything straight in my mind. It was to no avail, and I inevitably crumbled.