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There are phases leading to it.
Phase One: I was extremely reluctant to go to work or do anything that was work related. In order to comfort myself, I turn to music, listening to my favourite songs, repeatedly.
Phase Two: I took my meds an hour earlier than usual. I even took on Lora now because I need to sleep in whatever that's eating me inside. I started listening to piano music to soothe me. At this point, I couldn't even listen to anything with lyrics anymore.
Phase Three: Blackhole. The moment I finally sunk into darkness, with lots and lots and lots of crying. Shrilled screams to get anyone's attention, to stop me, to comfort me, to soothe me, but often times, no one was there. It was only me and my pillow, again. I had to listen to the sound of the rainstorm to ground myself and block any sounds that might trigger anything inside of me.
Phase One: I was extremely reluctant to go to work or do anything that was work related. In order to comfort myself, I turn to music, listening to my favourite songs, repeatedly.
Phase Two: I took my meds an hour earlier than usual. I even took on Lora now because I need to sleep in whatever that's eating me inside. I started listening to piano music to soothe me. At this point, I couldn't even listen to anything with lyrics anymore.
Phase Three: Blackhole. The moment I finally sunk into darkness, with lots and lots and lots of crying. Shrilled screams to get anyone's attention, to stop me, to comfort me, to soothe me, but often times, no one was there. It was only me and my pillow, again. I had to listen to the sound of the rainstorm to ground myself and block any sounds that might trigger anything inside of me.
