When you think, no matter how brief, that this is your fate.
"Let the disease run its course. I’m done."
When you’re ready to stay bedridden in your childhood home or be confined to a hospital or whatever for the rest of your short life until everything goes dark because you just can’t keep fucking doing this day in and day out.
I think that’s one of the scariest and saddest parts of all this.
I was always really suspicious of blogs that don’t have any personal information on them, until I realized I’m one of those creepy blogs.