The thing is: I suffer from mental illness. At present - though I be able to manage it - it is making my life feel like a living Tartarus.
I have seen what this pestilence of the wits can do to people: It is a Helter Skelter; a slippery slope, if you will.
People start off a little bit neurotic; they suffer some sort of mental collapse; "recover," relapse, and before you know it, they are essentially a zombified vegetable - like unto a watermelon in appearance - and they are no longer half the man or woman that they used to be.
I have seen it happen time without number. I do not know ANYBODY within my circle of mentally ill friends who have made a full and permanent recovery.
"I have seen 'em come and go and I've seen 'em die; and long ago I stopped asking why."
Johnny Cash, San Quentin.
However, such is not my destiny: I refuse to believe it, I am far too kind, good-natured and talented for that to happen to me. By hook or by crook, I shall find a way out. To this end I have set up this weblog as sort-of like a diary.
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