I am going to take a break from the forums for a bit, guys. In short, I'm not doing well, and am mentally falling apart. I am seeking more aggressive mental therapy.
I'm losing it.
In short, I have a ghost of my W that is talking to lovingly to me like we used to be, and I'm starting to talk back. It's delusional, and delirium is taking over, but it feels so nice.
I'm shaking as I type this.
"I will not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. I will face my fear. I will let it pass over me. When the fear has gone, there shall be nothing. Only I will remain."
