Name it.
This doesn’t need a name. This shouldn’t have a name. This shouldn’t even exist. I thought I dealt with it in the past, but it only hid away behind all the achievements and blessings. I didn’t want to see it okay, so I turned a blind eye to it, hoping that maybe it would go away. But this cancer will never go away. One bad cell in my soul hid behind the corners of my life, waiting to kill me at my weakest moment. Now I see the symptoms in my life and in the lives of others around me. I’ve always considered that maybe the darkness I fought against never died, but laid dormant in my heart. It seems that this is the case. I may have removed the masks I hid behind in the past, but my face is still open to corruption. I’ve wronged so many people around me and I never even noticed. I’m sorry.
