30 June

My ankles and wrists feel bound by an invisible rope. Iā€™m suspended in the air and someone is pulling from below, shouting in a hellish voice, while someone else is pulling from above. I jerk up and down, weeping, sometimes touching clouds, sometimes worms. I keep repeating my name ā€“ Melissa, Melissa, Melissa ā€“ like some magic word that can save me. I grab hold of myself and cling to me.