##The DarknessThree months ago, insomnia seized me. The fan's whir transformed into a child's wailing, darkness became watchful eyes, my clothes constricted like a cage, and the mirror reflected something demonic. Simply existing in my own bed became an ordeal. My appetite vanished. Time lost all meaning. Conflicting urges flooded me—to weep, to harm myself and others, to witness blood, even to consume human flesh. I lay paralyzed, laughing through tears, a prisoner of my own mind.To prevent suicide, I injured my hands. I scratched until my skin broke and blood streaked across my body. Yet somewhere deep within, a