Losing your mind isn’t something romantic or poetic or profound. It’s a humiliating, slow, and winding descent into Hell.
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Losing your mind isn’t something romantic or poetic or profound. It’s a humiliating, slow, and winding descent into Hell.
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It is.
Humiliating, slow, winding decent. Yes, yes, and yes.
I think it can be portrayed as those first three because…
The one writing has looked at what it’s like, either as a bystander or about to fall themselves, and it’s sometimes I suppose it’s an easier method to express such a thing, separate it from the reality or cope in some interpretation.
But the descent isn’t necessarily unstoppable, small comfort though that is. And sometimes people return, even if altered by the fall.