The House In The Woods A Sexual HistoryChapter 8
Instead of getting easier, coping with my demons became harder. Months passed slowly, and with time the secret guilt and less secret sadness seemed to escalate until they became too much handle. I kept on hitting rock-bottom, I was losing weight and spending all my time stoned or tripping. In rare moments of clarity, I realised I would have to find some form of psychoanalysis, or a stimulus that was both physically and mentally extraordinary, a sharp enough lesson, reminder, shock, to halt my...