I feel myself slipping further every day. My thoughts getting faster leading from the rational to the irrational. These thoughts could go from being about toothpicks to a war fought in the seventeen hundreds. I'm slowly overcoming my fear. Ever so slowly. I do not know what to think anymore nor do I speak my mind in fornt of my family for I'm not given the space to speak, or I would most likely be spoken over. Even if they asked my opinion. My mind is usually in a blank daze now. A space between something and nothing.