July 25th , 2014

       "It's one thing after the other; O is recovering but my nightmares are worsening. Colour returned to her face a few days ago, and she started eating more than a few bites here and there over the day. Last week she had to have a cold shower to cool herself down, the hot summer heat combined with sweating out the toxins still inside of her, she took to the freezing cold water. I couldn't do anything; I'm still not confident enough in my own mind to know what to say to her, or how to help her. Had it been any other night, I could have done more.

     When I woke and Ophelia wasn't beside me, I thought the worst. I knew if I had talked to her through the door and asked if she was alright, she would know that I wasn't. So I had kept quiet, focusing on filtering out my own nightmares while she got through the withdrawal. We were, and still are, battling our own demons and it's hard to work together to get through them. I need her help, but I can't ask her for that yet."