At one point during lifetime, I used to be known by pretty much everyone around me as all but one of the sweetest wolves anyone could ever meet and come to know. But, I feel that one particular diagnosis I deal with surrounding that of my mental state is steadily stripping all of that away from me, and I'm unintentionally beginning to witness myself transition from that of a hero to an unstable villain. What was once a wolf who was wholly vivacious and optimistic, has now seem to become all but more listless and ominous. The once friendly and approachable canine has now turned more sour, distrustful and reserved. Certain sights and sounds make me more easily frustrated, vex and impatient. I've had vengeful thoughts of violence against those I keep seeing within movie reels of my past encounters, and more unsettling, always at the most random points and times throughout the day and night, when all I simply yearn to do is gain some simple piece of mind, raise my pups, work safely and comfortably out on the rails, and simply try to be the normal positive wolf and animal being overall that is and originally once was simply me.