Prologue - Changes

"Time is moving slower and slower, the closer I get to her the second I travel somewhere else. Somewhere far more daunting, she's no longer reachable." I confess to the therapist

Worry lines grew on her face she stared at me with grave concern.

I knew this shit would be a waste of time. No one was ever going to believe me. I shouldn't have came here.

"Mr. Bolden I think Wayward Clinic would be a great facility for you." The psychiatrist replied handing me a brochure to a mental institution.

How did this, become my life?