This is Bone

I knew it was too good to be true. I thought it was unlikely I was going to get away without a bit of cold turkey torment. Three days in and it is hitting hard. Forgive the squaddie speak, but this is bone.

I cannot sleep. I have a constant headache. I am having some pretty uncomfortable spikes of pain. Worst of all, I am emotionally raw and vulnerable. My feelings are drawn tight like the skin of a drum. There is a black dog growl in the air. I constantly feel as if a storm of tears is about to break. I am haunted by all the cruel words spat out and designed to undercut my confidence. They have become viral memes of malice infecting every attempt to be positive. This is so bone.