In the middle of the night, I was on my knees, staring into a scummy toilet, wishing I could purge the poison from my body and wondering when was the last time I cleaned the bathroom floor.
This all started a week earlier. I went to go see my doctor for a routine visit while I had some time off of work. On this day, I was running late, a truck on I-29 threw a big rock at my windshield, and once again, I was tired. So when the doctor asked me how I was feeling, I answered by bursting into tears.