I know it's happened to others, some of whom don't make it. I hope to soon be able to identify this as real and share it, so that it can be put to a stop and prevented. Because I stand in the truth of what I know and what those closest to me know, and have witnessed. What happened to me, and what I did, is not easy to explain, because I lot of it was intuitive, and weighing my intuition with patterns of logic, post investigation of others with this horrifying but mysterious illness' experiences. What they had done, what information they had, since some live in areas where there is at least more information than I have in the area I live, as my medical system is way behind in it's knowledge or rare/complex disease. Thank god for the internet - but this is definitely another entry.
But I didn't like it, I didn't want to accept it, so I tried to fight it. Then, it lapsed into a aversive chain reaction of misfirings, through a series of negative energy exposures, much of which I made the mistake of letting in. The intended damage was done, and now, they're like strings of lights burning out one by one, each smoking and sparking nerve endings, shutting off and making things weaker, as tissues invisibly micro tear on micro tear, and scar, and micro tear. I melt. I burn out. I die as I fight to live.
You are igneous and I am shale - maybe even soapstone - under the heat of the world, which is rising. The doll is cracked to pieces on the shelf of a vacant post house fire basement, but her face remains intact. She looks superficially pretty there, but she is alone, and she is crying blood from the inside. Still determined to be here. Still determined to somehow, in one way or another, make it all worth it in the end.