The Time I Overdosed On Self-Help

The house was still.

My sheets were rumpled around me. Rain was tapping on the roof. 

Beyond the window I heard the faint chatter of birds.
The wind whipped up and my neighbor's chimes improvised a few hollow chords.

That was me. Hollow. Jostled.
Emotions clanging up against each other.

I had felt this way for a while. I thought it was the season change.

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