My body quakes with undue stress, as I gaze into the mirror, the face reflected back is unfamiliar, a disconnected look. Behind the eyes screams a message unheard, one that is urgent, yet not obeyed. What thoughts that flow with the misfiring of neurons are jagged and chaotic. The voices, the ones that advise me, the ones that worry grew silent. Was this a change, something that was timed and scheduled, or was this something that sprang into being without notions or guidance? The fight for control continues, with each inch gained, a yard is lost, with each yard lost, a mile is uncovered. Miles for which I must walk, distance that I must bridge or else wander lost between waking nightmare and the approaching twilight.