Which came first:
Feeling weird and then the diagnosis highlighted your weirdness, or were you weird and then the diagnosis make you weirder?
I have trouble gauging what is normal for me because I have forgotten what normal is.
It's like:
Wearing fake nails for so long that you forgot the shape of your fingers;
Wearing weaves and wigs for so long that you forgot that you had hair;
Wearing pants for so long that people forgot that you have legs;
Wearing makeup everyday all day and forgetting what you face looks like without it.
Hmmm.
I'm gonna find normal.
If you see her, point her toward NYC; I'll take it from there.
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My diagnosis made me WIERD-ER!!! Everything that I am, or was, is now the opposite. I'm not so sure what land I live in. I used 2b an advocate for meds, but now, I can't be but to bothered. So, I just lay in bed, doing nothing, and every once in a while I'll drift off into sleep.
But other life changes like jobs factor in don't they?
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