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As I finally close this chapter, I just want to thank you all for being with me until the very end of this story. Honestly, this is the first story I’ve ever fully finished, and when I first started, I genuinely thought no one would even bother to read it. I was just here yapping about psychology and human minds, lol. But your support, your comments, and the love you showed me along the way made me feel like I actually accomplished something worth sharing. Even if this story didn’t reach thousands, all of you who stayed are more than enough. You made it real for me.
Not gonna lie, writing the ending nearly broke me. I was struggling with how to finish, my brain was jetlagged half the time, and on top of that, I’m an art student who also had to juggle competitions and midterms while writing this.
(Shoutout to coffee, my one true ride or die. TT TT)
If you’re wondering how I even came up with this genre, well, I’ve always loved observing people. A friend of mine (a psychology student) once told me that the human mind isn’t something to “fix.” She used to think psychology was about repairing people, but later she realized, it’s about understanding them. We all carry different worlds inside us, and that’s what fascinated me. That’s why I wrote this.
Seonghwa’s story, in particular, came from somewhere personal. Back in high school, my parents and siblings labeled me as the “demon child” or “child from hell.” I was schizophrenic, and yes, it wasn’t self-diagnosed; I spent time in a mental facility. Instead of talking to me, my family sent me there because they were afraid of me. I remember being a kid, sitting in the hallway, terrified, next to an old man who spoke to someone invisible. I was in grade 7 then. It left me scarred, labeled, and misunderstood. And yet, it also gave me perspective. People feared my head, but God knows, I’m just human, like everyone else, just endlessly curious about how minds work.
So this story became my way of showing my perspective on the human mind. I pulled pieces from psychology books, poets, crime documentaries… (Also, read Anatomy of Evil if you’re curious, it’s an amazing reference.)
But more than that, this story is for you. For anyone who ever felt unheard, alone, or labeled “too dramatic” or “too sensitive.” (Spoiler alert: that’s bullshit. Mental health is serious. Period.) If you’ve ever felt like you had voices in your head no one else understood, I hope these pages gave you some comfort. My comment section will always be open, no matter how old this story gets. I want to hear what you think, your theories, or even just your feelings.
(Low-key, writing this felt like being a detective myself.)
And don’t worry, I’m not done. “Eternal Curse” is up next, hehe.
So, not goodbye, just see you later. Love you all. Take care of yourselves. You deserve kindness. Always. <333