Daylight broke over the horizon.
I laid in bed, staring at the ceiling, the visions had come back.
When I was a child, there was a big slide at the local playground.
Scrambling up the steps, I somehow lost my balance, and fell on my head.
Concussed, but too young to know it, I remember crying and screaming at the visions that besieged me that night.
No one could have known that the next day, and year, and decade after that, I still had the visions.
When I got to college, I experimented with hallucinogenics.
That first trip, I came face to face with the visions.
I walked through the portal, and defeated each and every demon from that slide accident.
The visions stopped, but my drug use didn’t.
On the cusp of 2017, facing the realities of my stoner life, I decided to give up drugs and become a fully functioning member of society.
I was successful for two weeks.
But there I was, lying in bed…
The visions returned.