My journey through madness.
My journey through madness.
My journey through madness.
Blaspheme!
Romanticized and sold in stores. Fabricated and false.
My journey through madness? Bullshit! For the madman has no madness but only the wars in his head. So in truth, we should only call the madman a soldier.
How, then, do we as a whole recognize the stigma of mental illness and either run toward it or run away? For are we cowards or truly, courageous?
Is there anything to fear at all?
And should these wars in the madman’s head come spilling out into our own world, what shall we do? How will we react?
Aye, my dear readers. You do not know until you are there in flesh.
So let me take you there in mind.
No, for these are not fabricated as the books you pick up, the so-called memoirs.
No, these are true. True as the skin on your bones and the hair on your head, these are true. The dregs of society brought out in desperate pleas. Point-blank and nothing withheld. Read, and learn.
Between A Rock and A Hard Place
Inspired by druscilla's "The Nightmare Stories"
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