It plays in my head, more true to the reflection of life than usual
"What if all the world's inside of your head?
Just creations of your own
Your devils and your gods all the living and the dead
And you really oughta know"

Theraphy is bringing back all the terror burried deep down. As much as I hate it, it is also a proof that I'm not going mad, it is still there, as vicious and self destructive as ever, slowly bubbling to the surface like a swamp water. Waiting to catch me out if I make a wrong step.