And it was in the absence of diazepam that I noticed many things about myself, that I had previously shut out of my memory banks.
My heart does not break so easily and often becomes cold in the face of heartache, or affection.
My brain thinks an awful lot, in ways that I once longed to forget. It often takes me to places of judgement, and it is there that I am reminded how much I truly loathe the human race.
It’s as if the valium was making me feel level, taking away the bad but not leaving me with any good, either. A catch twenty-two, I suppose.