Snakes slither in my brain all night, as the clock on the wall ticks with an eerie, tempo. I lie awake, trying to match my heartbeat to the soft clicks of the hands. My demons whisper gently in my ear, and summon me to my feet. I drive aimlessly at 2:24 in the morning. It's cold, and dark... On this lonely road I drive. I drive away from all my troubles. I drive, always looking in my rear mirror. I drive to simply drive. I return home, which is merely an empty word to me now. I once again try to sleep, but all the turmoil raging in my head does not allow it. Where have I gone? Where am I? My identity is not defined as it once was. My reasons for living fade into vague platitudes. Drinking milk at the kitchen table when all is quite, and the world is asleep, makes for a tranquil evening; but my placid thoughts are disrupted as I reflect on the war waged against all my monsters... The war waged against myself... I fall to the floor with a self-pity and disbelief I have never experienced before. I cry out to God, who turns a deaf ear to my pleas. He was once there for me, but when I turned away, it seems, so did he. The sun finally rises this morning, as it always does. Nothing is different, and nothing is the same.

Psalm 34:6