When I was ten years old, I held a delusion that I kept as a dark secret. "The Smiling Beaks of Bluebirds," my new story in qarrtsiluni, tells the story.
For there are illusions and there are delusions.
An illusion, according to Dictionary.com is a perception that represents what is perceived in a way different from reality.
A delusion is believing in something false. Not all delusions are delusions of grandeur; some false beliefs are shameful or horrifying.
Have you ever held onto an outlandish but terrifying delusion? Write about this.