I know what you’re thinking. No, really. I know what you’re thinking.

It sounds crazy, like straight-out-of-a-book, crazy. But it’s true.

You don’t believe me? That’s fair. I wouldn’t believe me either. Just a couple weeks ago, I thought I had finally lost what remained of my mind. My marbles have been far and few between for a loooong time, but I’m finding them again. I think.

Let me back up a little…

I saw the poster for the first time last fall and signed up a week later. Soon after, the psychologists who ran the clinical trial diagnosed me with generalized anxiety disorder. I’ve had it all my life, just couldn’t put a name to it until now. They said I was a perfect candidate for their experimental pill. All I had to do was take it once a day, and I would be cured.

A year later, and my stomach was still the home of a thousand butterflies that never sleep. The only times I felt secure were when I was alone. And even then, I wasn’t safe from myself. I could think myself off a cliff. My hope for a cure dwindled every day.

Then it somehow got worse. I think it was my rock bottom. I felt completely and utterly broken. My closest friend and a stranger destroyed my sense of trust. I couldn’t let anyone in. I would be alone forever, trapped in the wall I had built around myself. My thoughts would be my only company.

But someone else’s thoughts seeped in. Then another. And another. And suddenly, voices swarmed inside my head. I thought I was going insane. But I wasn’t. I had developed a symptom of Potentia Auxilium ─ my cure.