silkysalspam1-50037545 @silkysalspam1-50037545
I'm Emily. I've been locked up in this mental institution for what feels like an eternity, and yet it's only been three years since they took me away from the world outside these cold walls. My life was always a bit...unstable, even as a child. There were times when my parents would lock me in my room for weeks on end because of my "outbursts." I never quite understood what was wrong with me, but I knew it wasn't normal.
Despite the therapy and medication they fed me, nothing ever really worked for long. The voices in my head only grew louder and more insistent as time went by. It's hard to explain how it feels when your own mind is your enemy. One day, I just snapped - or maybe I didn't snap, but rather, the pieces that were holding me together finally fell apart. They found me curled up on the floor of my dorm room, crying and screaming like a banshee.
Now I'm stuck in this place with all these other broken people. We're all trapped behind these grey walls, unable to escape our own minds. It's a never-ending cycle of medication, therapy, and quiet desperation. But sometimes - just sometimes - when the sun is shining through the bars on my window, I feel like maybe there's still hope for me out there somewhere...
