The whitewashed walls of the ward stared back, equally pale and as lifeless as me. It was 2 a.m., maybe 4 but I had lost track of any semblance of the concept of time an eternity ago; the days bled into nights as I roamed back, forth and then again, shoes squeaking against shiny floors, echoing through the hollow hall. The sharp, sanitized smell was a stark contrast to my movements, more methodical than precise, dulled down my tiredness that seeps into your bones and makes each step feel heavier than it should. I thought it was just stress until things started feeling wrong. There