It started in June, the sadness. As the trees shed their leaves and the world withered around me. It slowly crept up on me. June was when everything fell apart. For two months now I’ve been free, but all I feel is trapped. I’ve lost myself inside my own head. My mother worries. I sometimes scream silently and tear at my hair. I sometimes sit for hours staring at nothingness, tears streaming down my face. One phrase repeating itself over and over inside my mind. I don’t want to be inside my head anymore. I feel trapped inside my own skull. It hurts, every inch of my soul aches to escape my flesh prison. I now understand why people take their own lives; they cannot be inside themselves anymore. I remember as a girl the demons used to be out in the world. They used to terrify me, torment me. As I grew older the demons climbed out from underneath my bed and found their way inside my head. Now, no matter how fast I try, I cannot outrun them. They eat away at the happiness left inside me, they consume anything and everything left. And even as the trees become full and the sun shines down, my world has not changed.