Lying on the floor and you’re trying to stop your brain from whirring at a million miles a second, making the inevitable fall off the cliff. You’ve tapped out three 9’s on your mobile and your finger is poised over the ‘call’ button in a pathetic mania thought process that it will help. It doesn’t. Because they can’t help anyway. You’re in the eye of the storm and the irrationality whipping round your world.

As still as you can, staring ahead, all you can hear is the blood pumping inside your eardrums as your heart appears to kick in syncopated rhythm. Fingers tingle, palms itch as adrenaline seeks to release. Some people run around to dissipate the nervous energy at this point but inertia is my only safe place and I’m holding on with all my might.

The other day you wrote a couple of letters to your friends and family. The depths you’re in might not be any deeper than you’ve been before but the fall has been further due to the highness of the highs. People are sick of your nonsense, they’re not interested, they think a “like” on Facebook counts as caring or making contact. People are » Continue Reading.