Today, he'd grabbed the pen and poured out his soul. The email rejection was immediate. His writing was not good enough; his pain was deemed not poetic enough.
He craved the pain medication. Even drug free, Mark still needed the reassurance of its presence. As his hand strayed towards the pills it found his phone instead.
"Lifeline, how can I help you", the voice was calm, reassuring. Mark took a deep, steadying breath.