Not unlike my parents I had a vision of what life was going to look like. To me it was unfathomable that reality would be different to the version I had pre-destined it in my mind. Simple that was how it was going to be.
Following the death of my sister I unconsciously went to any lengths to find control wherever it might have hidden. Life had become unbearable and yet it wouldn’t slow down, like a blazingly expedient treadmill spinning off its guides. There was an unchecked darkness within me.
With no respite or way of stopping there only choice was to keep running.