There was a time for several years, during my lowest time, where I ended up carrying so much hate in me, that the thought of doing something bad was present a lot, and it was a satisfying thought. I won't go into the whys and hows, but it wasn't something my better side wanted at all, and I got myself out of that on my own, though.

Muddy, you can be certain you're not the only person who has gone through these things. I see people worrying and looking over their shoulder or staring with contorted expressions, all the time. You know - scared. Fear has enveloped them.