Egg whites. Fruit. Toast. A couple of slices of bacon.
Healthy shit.
My doctor had been very clear about the importance of having a balanced breakfast.
I reached for the small pill holder beside my plate and swallowed my morning doses with a sip of water.
A medicine for my twitching hands, and an Anti-psychotic.
Only the doctor knew the real reason I needed it.
The voices.
They had been quieter lately.
Almost gone.
The medicine kept the rage down, too. The nightmares didn’t hit as hard when I slept.
I picked up my vape and took a slow pull.
No nicotine.
Ares made sure of that.
The vapor drifted away while I leaned back in my chair.
This morning had already been productive.
Breakfast.
Medication.
A full Zoom session with my counselor an hour ago.
She said I sounded clearer.
Stronger.
I guess I felt that way, too.
I had a small craving earlier.
Drugs had a way of whispering to you when things got quiet.
But it passed.
Especially knowing Ares had my back the way he did. I didn’t need drugs anymore to fill in the void.
I stared down at the sketch in front of me.
The lavender fields from yesterday were taking shape on the page.
Still though…
My mind kept circling back to last night.
It had been almost two years since I’d had sex without drugs or chaos attached to it.
