January 8th, 2009

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Today, the physical symptoms of my illness are not that bad. But I've put a name to my mental state: delirium. My mind is a chaos of random thoughts. Composing each sentence requires several pauses and re-edits to check that I'm on track--and even afterwards, I'm not confident that I've said what I want.

I'm really scared. My mind is my ultimate refuge. If I can't be secure here, what can I do?