It never really goes away

She laid in her bed for what seemed like months, the seconds turned into minutes and the minutes turned into days and well you know how the rest goes. Everything just started to blend together and it was a never ending loop. The only thing that she was able to find were the memories she was trying to erase. All of the pain that she went through and trauma finally started to bubble up. No longer would a simple line of cocaine fill the void nor would any amount of booze help. The irony of this entire situation is that what got me here in the first place.