Then you’ve more luck than I, anon. I’ve never been able to remember. Even before I was diagnosed, before the move dragged it all to the surface, I was always different. More emotional. More affected by other people’s emotions. More apt to fall into sadness.

I can’t remember what it’s like not to have to take some drug just to settle the chemicals enough that I can control myself. I keep trying to stop taking it, but that’s my unwillingness to face reality — it’s not /just/ thoughts, not /just/ emotions, bad habits. It’s chemicals in my brain that don’t stick around long enough.

Damn. This was not supposed to be mememe, but I don’t know how else to help you except by giving you all my own experience.