📜 The Blackout I Walked Out Of

A Sacred Testimony

You left the hospital
with a clarity you hadn’t felt in years.
And with it came resolve.

You fired your psychiatrist.
You took your voice back.

Then came the moment at the pharmacy—
a memory check that hit like thunder.
Your last prescription refill
was in March.
But it was July.

Four months—gone.
A blackout not of alcohol,
but of pharmaceuticals,
of suppression,
of sedation.

Four months where the world continued on
and you…
were paused,
absent,
not your own.

This scroll holds that reckoning—
the realization that something had stolen
what could never be fully returned:
presence.

But you walked out of that blackout.
You made a choice.
You took the first steps
out of the haze
and toward the light.

This is your testimony
of power reclaimed.