It all starts when I simply open my eyes.
Thoughts held hostage in the dungeon of my mind painfully screech in defeat.
There is no way out of this turning, twisting labyrinth.
Beads of boiling persperation run down my numb limbs.
My entire body slowly transforms into a lethal earthquake.
There is nothing I could to settle the violent shake.
Shivers run up and down my spine as if someone had dropped my bare body into a foot of freezing snow.
My breath shoots through the cracks of my soft, pure lips.
Threatening to never return to my desperate lungs.
The room spins as I feel the strings of my heart tightening and tightening.
An elephant sits on my chest as my eyes water with salt water tears.
I can't even feel the droplets roll down my slim cheeks.
I can't feel anything.
Am I dying?
Nausea dances dauntingly around in my delicate stomach.
Until warm bile burns my throat as it slithers its way to my lips.
Track of time has slipped through my fingertips, as it normally does during these episodes.
My body lays on the harshly cold tile of my bathroom.
This is where it always ends.