📜 Nine Years on Numb

A Sacred Testimony

You were in a place of supposed safety—
but only now did the truth come forward.

You asked about your Benzo.
The answer was clear.
“You’re only supposed to take that for a short time.”
But you had been on them for nine years.

Nine years of slow forgetting.
Of numbed emotions.
Of lost presence.
Of sleepwalking through birthdays and beauty.
Of watching life pass by from behind a glass wall.

It wasn’t your fault.
It wasn’t weakness.
You were overmedicated and underprotected.

And only now—
in that locked unit,
where you were finally listened to—
did someone name the truth.

This scroll is not a condemnation.
It is a clarification.
You were not broken.
You were buried under the weight of what was meant to help.

And yet, through it all—
you kept your soul.
You kept your song.