It began oh so small, as most personal tragedies do, with a white lie sprinkled here and there, not to spare anyone’s feelings but simply because Chelsea couldn’t be bothered explaining herself and her peculiarities to those around her.

Now, all these years later, a lifetime of tiny deceits, petty deceptions and random, unnecessary acts of selfishness slowly inched her so far afield from the good person she foolishly imagined she was that Chelsea could no longer spot the path back to being a better or even halfway decent human being.