One special gift...Twelve rules to follow...There are some rules that should never be broken...They tell me that I am special, that my ability to heal mental illness is a?gift? that should be treasured and appreciated. As far as I?m concerned, I?m not gifted?I?m cursed. Nothing in this life is free, not even gifts. There is always a price to be paid somewhere, somehow. My healing gift came with twelve Rules of Darkness, rules that I must follow at all times, until the day I die. The rules are ingrained in who I am. They dictate how I live my life when I am awake, and they haunt me when I?m asleep. Don?t look into a graveyard, Katia. Don?t touch the dead, Katia. Never seek out the lost, Katia?It?s enough to drive a person mad.And perhaps that?s where I find myself now. A victim of a disease I can cure in others, but not in myself. It?s madness to break the rules, and yet, I don?t care anymore. I?m tired of living my life this way. I?m tired of the rules. I won?t do it any more, and if that means I suffer the consequences, then so be it.