Red Flags And Rehab

A concoction of mental illness, addiction, and abuse

Photo by Zachary Keimig on Unsplash

I woke up to an empty bed. Stumbling to the bathroom, a pea-sized object embedded in my foot. A small, blue pill.

My boyfriend, who refused to use that label, came and went. If we weren’t together, he mandated I be alone as I was in that moment.