Revived

"When I walked into that interrogation room I was prepared to storm whatever congregation currently going on. I planned to reveal my mortal state. Yet, as I made my way I seemed unrecognizable, unseen and unheard. As if a ghost or as if I didn't exist. This weighed heavy on me beyond measures. I felt as much alive as possible and never recalled dying...

I think I would remember that." 
  
I woke up that morning no different from any other morning. Took Louis, my Papillon puppy for a walk. He was the only thing I kept after the marriage. We strolled through central park, the sounds of the city were just as vigorous as ever. I'm only so fond of the city because it became my second home after I evaded Alexander's firm sense of control. That was back when my life was more complicated than shopping Saks 5th Ave.

I ran into an old friend on my way back to the loft. Pete Reynolds, Travel Journalist who of course has a house in the Hamptons but feasts on the "finest" Manhattan pizza. He insisted we dine but I merely rain checked to avoid rehashing a very distant past. A past I worked so hard to destroy.

After getting back home from the park with Louis I made lunch then began to write. I was writing about a woman who was lonely. She schedule most of her life in hopes it would keep her on toes and as far away from home as possible.

Walking through that precinct unrecognized made the lonely woman realize how alone she really was. Shit, maybe she really was dead. I am becoming more frantic. The resemblance was uncanny, same eye color, same height and weight.

I thought, this woman can't be me, I am not her. I am aware being dead inside can corrupt your whole world until it rots completely. Am I the lonely woman? Did I dig a deep dark pit for myself to lie in.

The pill bottle in evidence was prescribed to me, yet I never took them. I'd say I never needed them but we both know that's not true.

"Olanzapine, a antipsychotic pill used for people suffering with schizophrenia and bipolar disorder."

When you're lonely you'll find hope in anyone and add that with mental instability, the world as you know it is an altered reality.

The lab report came back positive, she was pregnant.

Lola woke up from her dream, a dream that felt all too real...

"Here you go, Olanzapine." Said the nurse as she handed Lola the pill, "Actually take them this time."

I woke up this morning no different than any other day. Got out of my bed, looked out the window wishing to get a peek at what the sweet New York Streets entailed. Instead the only sound perpetuating was the groans of patients in

Manhattan Mental Health Counseling