A Movie Beyond the Movie

By Jennifer Arthurton

I’m lying on my bed staring up at the ceiling, listening to the deafening sound of silence. I can’t seem to get myself out of bed. My body is dead weight. I haven’t slept for more than 3 hours a night in more than 3 months. My life is flashing before my eyes. No, I’m not dying… but I think I am. I’m convinced that this is the beginning of the end for me…