Bare with me

There is a moment in one's life, or several, where one's habitual neuroticism passes a threshold, and one feels the need then to release it and let it poison everyone else. This threshold has been passed. Frankly, it has been surpassed. So now, I must make the rest of the world suffer. Not out of any malice, but simply as a release for myself. And I pray it makes you stronger. Perhaps by the end…