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.<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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 … Continue reading I think I once knew what it was like to live without it. But it’s long, long since been foreign to me, now.<\/span>