The Other Me
‘The Broken Road’ iii. I sat in the middle of the road, several meters from the intersection. From my realisation to landing here, I couldn’t remember a single thing. My first instinct was to get up and get off the road, but I’d lost all sense of my right leg from the ankle down. My foot, my ankle, the bottom of my shin, all felt disconnected – the leg was broken. Still, that wasn’t even my main concern. I had to get off the road. Seated here, I was below eye-level. If another car turned, they wouldn’t see me until it was too late. I flipped around onto my knees…
The Other Me
‘The Broken Road’ i. Allie wanted to give the relationship another shot, now that she felt free of her own issues. During a time I felt at my lowest – on the verge of a breakdown – I clung to her because she provided a safe haven. When I saw Dr Warren again, he felt I’d taken a step back from the abyss, and was content (but perhaps not happy) to see if I could continue without antidepressants. I just wanted healing, and antidepressants couldn’t guarantee that – not after my recent experiences. Anafranil had knocked me out for two days, and although Aropax had worked, it had produced debilitating…