It’s October.
I look in the mirror. My hair is long.
How come it’s so long?
I had extensions. But these aren’t extensions.
This is my own hair.
I feel the strains. They are real. This is real hair.
What the fuck happened?
I look at my phone. Check the date.
It’s 2020. It’s 2020?!
I look at myself. See my lips moving.
I listen to the woman who tells me to stay calm.
‘Pieke, you went missing.’
Pills. Trauma. Blood. Betrayal.
Cold turkey off meds.
4 YEARS.
My God.
I really went missing.
