There is a specific kind of grief in remembering when your brain used to be "sharp."
Knowing you have the potential to devour a 400-page book, but being physically unable to make it past the second paragraph, feels like being locked out of your own house.
I’m just homesick for the version of my mind that could actually finish a sentence.
@gothwxtch sorry to reply on old tweet but yes this is me rn sick w a cold and the zaps are so mf loud. how do you deal with it??? im still on Effexor and scared to go off in case they get worse 💔
chat this is me making a vow not to relapse w b/p. next few weeks will be really triggering (finals then going back home) but my body can’t afford another relapse. i don’t want to go back there again (but oh how i miss it!)