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What happens when your mind floods you with thoughts; that you're not enough? Is life really what you were taught, or was it a lie fed to you?
Dennis came back from his night shift at the hospital. Gods it was gruelling. Blood and tears, gunshots and broken bones. He fumbled with the house keys on his neck, finally managing to open the door into the sad space he lived in.
Dennis wanted to sleep until the end of the world but his body was covered in grime of blood and sweat. 'Gods, I should shower' he spoke out loud.
He tugged himself along to the small bathroom, grabbing a spare change of clothes consisting of a grey shirt, a sports bra and some boxers.
Gods he was exhausted. His body burned through the fuel he did not have, tearing itself apart bit by bit until there was nothing left.
Dennis stood in front of the shower, trying to get himself to undress. He tried so hard to make his hands co-operate with his mind but the pathways were flooded with flowing rivers of dysphoria.
He was doing so well the past few days, keeping the thoughts at bay... The one time he tried to take care of himself, his mind turned against him with the flood of a thousand knives.
All Dennis could do was sit on the floor of his sad windowless bathroom, his thoughts racing beyond his control.
Will I ever be enough? When will everyone see me as a man?
When will my body be enough to match how I feel?
His hand grip the sides of his body, trembling with what he cannot comprehend.
Dennis decides to leave this gruelling task for another day. Another day when his body wont hate him and his mind isn't the demon plaguing him with horrendous thoughts.