[Contacting a author soon for a documenter].

The above is not true anymore! Some projects of mine for clients have popped up!
(For the Acts and Script | Not the mapping/gameplay)

This story/log is the first on our quest to understanding others!
The person who this story comes from is yours truly, Nicholas J. Phillips.
I suffer from EBD[en.wikipedia.org] these are what I have: Bipolar[en.wikipedia.org], Mania[en.wikipedia.org], and PTSD[en.wikipedia.org]. ( And now Autism, thanks Dr. Cook! )

(Starting in 2013 and summarizing 8 years before then, and then the after math)
The story starts to take place on the day I decided to give in, and it led to my PTSD[en.wikipedia.org]...
There is no voices in this story except my own, for inwhich I've been the narrator of it for others to understand for the longest time.
I will say though, this is a honor having support from friends, family, co-workers, and even strangers I've helped on the way, and later on they're always surprised with the fact that under this mask of mine... I have scars.

My poem that explains my origin of major anxiety.

Originally posted by me:

Idiotic acts…
Shadows of the mountain that covers my identity and clouds my mind…
Fear of being the one who makes the mistakes that can't be altered to a point of restoration…
Those voices that tell you over and over again that your failure is inescapable…
The clouds thicken with each word, darkening your path to the point where you can't see anymore…
The fear of making a mistake…
The chance of that mistake causing harm to another, but it decides to repeat and repeat till it succeeds…
The terrorized soul under this mask… Only wants to see daylight again…

Sarrah… She was my girlfriend since the age of 5… We were together for 8 years…
To the hospital… She was pregnant… Her father was drunk and enraged because he was anti-abortion but he also didn't want her to have to give birth… He was emotionally torn before and after the accident…

Scene: Bridge, 3 crashed vehicles, lined all up, ambulance in background, teenager holding teenager with blood dripping, helicopter attempting to bend over arch, but having little to no success with the buildup of chaos.
Narration: ... NOT FINISHED ...