How do you fight a war against yourself, and live to tell the tale???
How can someone fight a war by themselves?
The war against my mind started with a loneliness that cannot be explained nor described. A desire for someone, anyone to hold me, and tell me it would be okay. Even if that seemed like a lie at the moment, it was pretty on the outside and I craved that. I searched for a friend in the hallways of my high-school--searched for a gentle face, someone who would tell me. I never found that friendly face, nor an intimate connection with a friend who honestly loved me and had my best interests at heart. What I did find however, was that the searching itself became a prison cell and that people were content to let me rot away inside its wal