This body is sick (it's just a common cold) right now and I don't have much or many better things to do, so I figured I'd use this opportunity to write how I am experiencing this here.
I don't use tumblr to write my inner thoughts much these days, but my friend Mercury find my writings on Twitter harder to access, so I'll use tumblr this time, not to mention the character limit is also higher so there's that.
I don't usually write this way or this long, or care much about common writing conventions because they feel pretentious, but Mercury seems to appreciate those things and he likes to have more context to read on too, so I'll write this long thing even though it feels silly.
As the sickness reduced my ability to maintain my constant presence within this mind and body because it reduces my ability to control them and the demons' whispers became stronger as I was less able to silence them, I conjured certain parts of me - one of courage and perseverance in relation to who I am and why it matters to me, and one of strength through apathy which seems to be imbued with a dormant variant of hate, and anger to enhance its desired quality.
The second one is rather interesting, in a way it is quite similar in function to a biological vaccine which contains undesired elements but used in ways that achieve a desired outcome without causing the undesired effects of those elements. The elements of hate and anger were stripped bare of the things that make them hateful and wrathful, only the desired effect of increased fortitude was left of them and I was able to utilize that to help maintain my presence and stave off the demons and their whispers.
I also find that a certain memory of, and I have with someone who matters a lot to me was able to bring me back into presence much better than I ever could all by myself. All the more reason to cherish those who matter to us.
I do not usually elaborate on certain things or references in my writing as I find them redundant, or worse - pretentious, but for the sake of my friend Mercury who will almost definitely read this at some point - and I suppose for others who'd appreciate it as well - the demons I mentioned are my inner fears and insecurities, and their whispers in this case are manifestations of those things that try to deconstruct my presence beyond the scope of this body's sickness' effects on my degree of control of this mind.
As an additional note, I almost wrote the previous paragraph saying "our solitary, or collective fears and insecurities" but I decided to specify that ultimately in this case they were my own, thought I feel it's prudent to point out that I believe these are rather common self-perpetuating fears and insecurities manifesting in negative cognitive bias which can be socially, or societally contagious.
On a brighter note, I am now feeling better, perhaps I should think about getting food soon but we'll see. This whole writing about myself in long form feels very pretentious and I will probably never do it again