What was it this time that set me off, set me down this path? I think it was the nightmare a few days ago. I spoke aloud about it in the hopes of chasing it away, to fight off the effects. I cried a bit and reassured myself that it was only my imagination, but my nightmares have a way of coming true. And now here I am, once again, at war with my insides, fighting to keep control before everything rages wildly.