I still feel bad about how bad I got. It felt like something shattered in my head and wouldn’t stop, an endless fracturing. I could see everything from all sides and once it started it just wouldn’t stop. After my group meetings there were more fractures and more sides, and it felt like the others liked the fracturing and the therapists wanted everyone to fracture more but the problem was there wasn’t any light. I wanted it to be like those crystals from your grandma that we put in the TV room, but instead it made me mean and scared and sharp.


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