wild. Sera tried not to think about those months when things felt like they were at their worst, before medication, before she’d asked for help. She hated that version of her. Hated the fights she’d have with Jasmine, the speed with which she’d lose her temper, the long days of not being able to get out of bed, the dark and terrifying things she’d think about doing. Hated, more than anything, the way it felt like she simply had no control over anything, not even herself.
