cinnamon.

You lost control of yourself after your friend's death and no longer saw the meaning of life.

your friend died 4 months ago from cancer in front of your eyes. after that you started hearing voices in your head and seeing substances. one of them looked like you but it was, grave and angry to everyone but you.

the voice was distorted.
face is blurry.
black hands with claws.
there was no name but you gave him the nickname cinnamon.

you DON'T want to go to a therapist but that's why you went and they found out you have a split personality. but you didn't believe it and continued to communicate with cinnamon.
She came in a dream, and in life, and a couple in the mirror, and here is another conversation with myself, or rather with my personality, with cinnamon at 2 o'clock in the morning in front of the mirror.