Eventually Andrea did stop, however she was so drained and weak there was no way they could talk, Miranda helped her to bed, tucked her in and kissed her goodnight before turning the light off and exiting the room. Andrea was unconscious before the door of the bedroom had closed.

Miranda retreated to her study. She robotically sat at her desk, where she replayed the last few hours in her head. They had done it, they had finally made a break through. She could feel it, they were on the way. Holding Andrea in silence as they young girl emptied herself of everything had been one of the most intense thing Miranda had done and she was glad it was over. Glad for Andrea and glad for herself. How someone could live with so much pain inside one person amazed her. She sniffed as a lone tear escaped down her cheek. She could almost understand now what had caused Andrea to begin to self harm. She could see the logic. Life was about suffering. It was about pain and sadness. Unfortunately some people got more than their fair share, and it seemed her beautiful wife was one of them. She glanced at the picture on her desk, taken on their wedding day of all four of them and Patricia. Life was also about happiness and love and how you make them outweigh the bad things. Andrea would be okay and so would she. They just had to take one day at a time, had to trust that they could lean on and confide in each other. And continue the rat race that was life; going through the same shit, maybe even the same conversation over and over until it sank in. Just living, just running in circles in thisMad World.

I feel this is a good place to end, I am thinking of writing about recovery. I am in my final year in university though so, again it will be sporadic.

The ending of this piece is something that has pleased and upset me. I miss it, and i am in doubt as to whether this is a good place to end it. However, it is amazing to think so much work is finally paying off, and i truly don't think this is the end for this story, i think it is only the beginning.

Thanks for reading guys x.

"Mad World"

All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for their daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere

Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head, I wanna drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow

And I find it kinda funny
I find it kinda sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very, very mad world, mad world

Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday
And I feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen, sit and listen

Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me, no one knew me
Hello teacher tell me what's my lesson
Look right through me, look right through me

And I find it kinda funny
I find it kinda sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very, very mad world, mad world

Enlarging your world
Mad world