Deep breath..

And repeat. Once more.. And.. Flush.

There they go.. Down The toilet.. Down the drain.. Little swirls of colour.. Little safety net of pills..



I was asked to flush my stash of pills, the ones I was saving for years.. The ones I needed.. Just in case.

Is friendship enough to replace my plan b?

I've never been without them looming in the back of my head..
I'm shaking.. I'm scared..

What have I done..?