NOTE:

Coming to terms with reality and what would be a lengthy pandemic, I had a lot of time to do a lot of soul searching. This was a crucial period in my time that I valued lots of my personal space and emotions such that I began to be more independent and not so loud like before. It was never about wanting a response anymore. It was just to exist in a bubble. It still is I guess.

Eventually, I would deal with the consequences of the durations of toxicity in the later life: drinking became more frequent for someone who wanted to stay away from it, loss of friends because of the unreliability I saw in them or would immediately turn away from another noticeably wrong, the pounding thought and emotion that the person I think would never hurt me does in my most vulnerable state, and the short outbursts of these little symptoms that would develop a new awareness.

Whether I deserved it or not, I chose to “understand”.

I could never say it was but it was; maybe still is. Whatever prolonged damaged occurred, it is still healing unconsciously.

Although this screenplay does not display that, the emphasis of purgatory is meant to shadow what I did behind closed doors. It is also just another manner to display growth. I was still young but even then, growth happens in every part of your life whether you think it or not.

The screenplay is out. Read however. When completed, let me know! I like questions..