They say Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned…and scorned I was.
I had been scorned by a man not once, not twice, but what felt like a thousand times.  I always bit my tongue - to the best of my ability - and gave second chances out as if they were raffle tickets at the state fair.  Just when I thought I had hit a breaking point; I was faced with another mountain.  Not this time! No, this time I hit a breaking point of mental abuse that rattled my decently educated brain to the point of utter confusion.  Some days I would wake up and not even be able to tell you who I was or where I was at.  My world felt like a blur, nothing made sense.  I’ve never done hallucinogenic drugs, but I imagine an acid trip to be exactly like what I was feeling.