Yeah. I was going to say "not literally" but then I remember I kind of did literally crack my brain open to, uh. Become the way I am.

[She grimaces, just a little. It goes back to her motive the week before, the one that ended in her screaming. It hurt to fracture your mind into an infinite number of little pieces, all of them clamoring for attention.]

You know that guy, the fraud one? Blue cover, hand covered in sprinkles? That's sort of what happened to my brain. Split it up into an infinite number of little sprinkles, so many and so fine that I couldn't fix it even in a thousand lifetimes.