My roller coaster of mental impulses continues to flatten. As each day passes I am becoming more convinced that an outside agent had been working upon me.
Slowly, ever so slowly, I have been able to regain control of my mind, though residual habits are the hardest things to break and leave behind.
My mind’s way of thinking has been forever changed. The madness has left its mark, its scar, written in the recesses of my memory.
I have made it through the fire and fear. My resolve and my will have risen from the ruin and taken charge once again.
Now I feel calmly sane. Rational thoughts are over-riding a few remnant strains of crazy.
Recently I was reading a *book of fiction* about virus vectors that can change our DNA. This idea has latched onto my nagging feeling that my mental instability was caused by another person’s intent to harm me.
I know this is illogical and a possible motive is hard to fathom. I will not pursue these thoughts, even though they linger.
The *book of fiction* was INFERNO written by Dan Brown.
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