Saturday, February 28, 2009
The Dark Days
It lasted quite a while. They were dark days, both emotionally and physically. I lost track of time, my sense of rhythm, my identity (if I wasn't a wife, mother and lover, then who am I?) I didn't feel safe.
My isolation was acute. I was imprisoned in my own body. Sentensed to solitary confinement for an unspecified duration, with no chance of time off for good behaviour. I wasn't dead, nor was I alive. I was suspended in a near life experience.