How they floated, how they swirled and how they spun in a spiral of unison down the toilet. There would be no rescue attempt for my medication as they were already confined to a watery grave of toilet cleaning products and a freshwater flush.
WITH EVERY DROWNING MY SANITY WOULD BECOME MORE VOLATILE AND MORE UNPREDICTABLE.
The pain of those around me simply did not matter and for the medication? What medication I would ask myself?
Extract from Bedlam and Tea available to buy on Amazon Kindle.