Bambi - Sandy Downward Spiral

The medication made her feel like she was watching herself from across a lake. Someone else was taking the pills. Someone else was nodding at the therapist. Someone else was that girl—Bambi Sandy—with the big eyes and the no-mouth.

In the quiet of the room—machines beeping, rain tapping the window—she realized the spiral had stopped. Not because she was saved. Not because of the crash or the brace or her father’s tears. But because she had hit something solid. The bottom. Bambi Sandy Downward Spiral

The spiral began quietly. Not with a crash, but with a slow leak. The medication made her feel like she was

The nurse nodded. “Alright, Sandy. Let’s get you standing again.” Sandy. Let’s get you standing again.”