I wake up in a waiting room. Six blue seats on both sides of the room were perfectly aligned. I'm in the one furthest from the entrance to the room, I'm the only one here. I look to my side and see an old stereo on a coffee table with a trash can underneath. Next to the table is a door that leads to the bathroom. This whole place seems strange, how did I get here? what am I doing here? The room is lit with fluorescent bulbs, cheap suspended ceiling is everywhere along with white walls and a carpeted floor. the sound of the lights above is the only thing that breaks up the noise in the room, everything is very quiet. My whole body feels helpless, it's a tiredness that consumes my limbs with no energy to lift or move them. I can simply move my head and look around to see my surroundings. So familiar and yet I can't pinpoint the exact location of where I really am. Hours pass as I can move again, motor functions restored, I'm becoming mobile again, I move my hand to the stereo and try to turn it on, start to feel static chirps out of the box as I turn to the knobs and I don't feel anything. I finally give up and start standing. feeling dizzy I move to the door labeled bathroom and open it to find a closet-sized area with a toilet and sink. I quickly run to the sink and wash my face. feeling the cold water is revitalizing at first until it starts to numb your lips and cheeks. feeling a little more able to move I go out to try and find out exactly where I am. There are three doors leading to separate seats in front of the bathroom in the “waiting area which I later called after being woken up in this place. there is a door on both sides and a large door right in front of me, I think it is the entrance but it is locked and I don't have the strength to break it for a moment... halfway through the paper.. . ...Before. The waiting room chairs seemed like the only option in this case as I preferred to use the bed exclusively for sleeping and not try to block out the overwhelming thoughts. The metal frame of the chair was cold, freezing me instantly at first, but after being there long enough it rose to my body temperature and began to be bearable. I didn't want to close my eyes at this point and tried my best to keep them open as long as possible. They started to burn after a certain point but nothing can match what I felt when I closed them. It's as if sleep and the loss of light are draining me, taking me from my body and tearing my soul away to another point in space. I fought to keep the pain from coming and yet I knew this was already a losing battle. I needed something more than light to keep me going. I needed thoughts, well-orchestrated happy thoughts. So I started digging, digging deep.