Help, I silently whispered as my walk turned into a steady jog. Wanting to run from everything, smiling at the thought that maybe if I ran far enough I’d fall off the earth. Sprinting now, a smile stretched across my face and a feeling id never felt before overwhelmed me. Freedom, I thought. No one could catch me. Running from the evil thoughts of self-harm and death, the thoughts that burned deep in my mind every day and made me sick to my stomach. But eventually we all run out of breath and can no longer run. Coming to just a fast walk I thought, all these tears I’ve cried. Why? I couldn’t even remember the reason for crying but then it hit me like a ton of bricks and this time I couldn’t control