An unchecked mental illness corrupts its bearer. Beneath the corrosion,
the true person remains. Yet, as time passes with no attention paid to the
sickness, the soul within ruins and the damage becomes, in some tragic degree,
irredeemable.
One day I may be able to explore this sad truth in my stories, but the
courage to do so eludes me.
Whether this is blessing or curse, I do not know.
Until tomorrow…
Chloe
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