It feels as if I've woken up on another planet and I'm not used to the difference in gravity pulling on my body with more force than familiar. It could be the withdrawals weighing me down. Seemingly swimming or drowning in a cloudy headspace. Plagued with constant desire to run away. I often lose recognition of my own face from spending the past 3 years in a pharmaceutical daze. Waking up in frustration and pointless rage exhausts my soul and I'm done with the pills there's not a capsule to swallow that can make me sane.