My personal ode to The Book of THoTH - OTs_Girl

No one is around, but I am not alone.
My privacy gone, not even my thoughts are my own.
Constant clanks and chatter,
My need for sleep no longer matters,
They insist on making themselves known,
And this is far more than my sanity will condone.

I seek help, from any source I can,
Please just listen, I’m not a madman!
Doctors grunt and nod, then scribble something down,
“Take two a day, and no longer frown!”
After months of trying, nothing worked as planned,
And that’s exactly when my other addictions began.


Years later, and still not knowing how to cope,
The things I tried proved nothing more than a slippery slope.
The experiences I’ve had continued their haunting,
Even the smallest daily tasks seemed daunting.
I had lost all focus on the greater scope,
Still trapped by my mind, I had just about given up hope.

Then, finally! Someone who understood, no doubt,
Told me he’d listen to anything I wanted to talk about.
Liberated, I began to share my tale,
For hours and hours, I explained every detail.
He has accepted me, despite my thinking he’d freak out,
Now, this person, I don’t know what I’d do without.

Shortly after, he directly me to a site,
A community where many others write.
Where I can always find an empathetic ear
People who have helped me greatly with my fears.
This has been the best few months in my life, in hindsight,
Especially due to finding a place where such people can unite