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Thank you, and what a great quote that is

“Plastic as my little red guitar” is a savage burn though. :) I hope he got to a better place too.

I personally felt like I was self-culling from the herd, like some kind of evolutionary group damage-control program was activated. A switch flipped and I wanted to be as far away from everyone as possible. I don’t know if that’s a real thing though.

What a coincidence, I am also somehow special and think I can beat the system. So that is encouraging to hear, thank you.

I don’t know if my situation has any overlap with your wife’s, but it took me 2-3 years after the incident above before I could say I felt normal-ish again. But I’ll never be entirely the same. I hope she gets there, it sounds like you’re taking good care of her!

There is that, but I also don’t feel like “I was crazy” entirely absolves me. I could have made some better decisions for sure.

I had a fucking blast. It felt like an adventure.

No, I very literally thought the local rocky hills were formed from huge piles of gigantic petrified sea turtles, horseshoe crabs, and stingrays. I saw their outlines and suggestions of their shapes in the rocks. It seemed self-evident to me that here were ancient creatures that had mineralized over time in rough piles. In smaller rocks they looked more like isopods, more creepy and Giger-like.

I took lots of pictures because I knew nobody would believe me. They are picture of rocks :)

Thank you, and yes, I was taking dexedrine for ADHD, and I’m sure that was a factor here, or at least it didn’t help!