DISCLAIMER: I don't own nothing. Just my corpse bride doll.
Anywhere
Every journey has a beginning and an end. We usually know where it's but not how we'll got there.
I always knew I would have a final down fall but never thought it would be like this.
Betrayed by my own mind.
Watch myself going mad was one of the most interesting things I've ever seen: how the hallucinations became an everyday routine, how real and imaginary mixed up forever. It would be a great show if wasn't with me.
First came the denial: I'm not mad. It's just the lack of sleep. Soon it will pass.
How little did I knew!
After, the anger: I can't be mad: I should be saving lives, not hallucinating useless.
The biggest problem with smart people is that they think their value is attached to knowledge.
Then, the Bargain: If only I could have saved them! If I could have detoxed in time!
After I realize I'm lying: if I had another chance, I'd have done the same over and over again.
Depression: this one I don't have any words to describe. It's a dark zone, too painful to be explained and too hard for those who had never been there to understand.
Finally, acceptance: It came after a long process. Can sound kind of cliché but it's the light at the end of the tunnel. I've got there.
Now, I've dropped medicine: I think I have done a good job with Chase, Cameron, Foreman and 13. They will continue my work. Taub has retired...or gone back to plastic surgery. Never expected nothing of him.
I sometimes miss the Hospital routine. I still have a bit of it by Wilson. But I think he'll retire soon. Seriously, I love the guy: take it as you want. The fact is that the times when we lived together were the best ones.
And this is my end: loving and loved.
Author Note: I'm really sorry for the awful English. It's not my mother language.