A brief interlude.

The doctors told my mother it was impossible for her to be able to get pregnant. When i was born, i was 9 and a half weeks premature at 1.5kg's. 15% chance of survival, i had 5 weeks in an incubator. The possibility of psychosis, bipolar disorder and dis-sociative episodes. I was kept under leach by my grandmother for these reasons, and as it turns out...... im perfectly healthy and perfectly lucid.

My mother was on hard drugs all throughout her pregnancy and suicidal by the time I spat out in November. There could be a ticking timebomb of things about to explode inside my body laying dormant. I don't actually think about it. Well i didn't, until recently. Being here has made me cling more to my past than i usually do.