I should never have gone down the rabbit hole. I was too overwhelmed with curiosity, a sense that there was something more, but, as you know, curiosity killed the cat…

I just wanted to be happy. The only joy I knew was ink and paper, reality was just an endless void, the future blocked by the bleak misery of tomorrow. Escape seemed a mere dream that throbbed in the back of my mind. So when it came, I grabbed at it, and chased it, chased it down the rabbit hole…

It lead me through a land of wonder. With floating chairs and bookshelves, food and drink that maked you change sizes, everyone dancing and singing and treating you like you exist! But then, it all went wrong, everything started going down, down the rabbit hole…

The further I chased my dream, the more anxiety tugged me back. I felt happy but fear never left. It followed me; the shadow on my back, the sadness in my smile. Soon my safe place started to twist. The line between reality and make belief became indistinguishable. The people I called friends started to turn their backs, the people who I came to love started to seem more paranoid. Or maybe it was me. Maybe it was because I jumped down the rabbit hole…

My world is now dead. And I’m here, with a bottle in my hand. There is still a few left. Maybe if I take them, I’ll feel like I used to, like when I first fell down the rabbit hole…