I hate when this happens.
I feel like I'm starting from nothing again.
The current me just destroyed the me of an hour ago
Would you care to. . .
Would you care to. . . elaborate? Do you at least get all of your youthful skin cells back when this happens?
I once had a 'friend' who systematically destroyed the interesting, engaged, creative me of twenty-five years ago, which was annoying, because I actually liked that me more than I like the current me. But your situation sounds more serious. . .
Not so much
I'd rather stay speaking in generalities.
After all, they are better and, this time, it felt like a general hijack of my entire person -- AKA I picked apart what felt like every logical thought I had and told myself why the way I think is wrong.
Plus I had acid indigestion and no TUMS which had to account for something.
At the end of the day, I'm no less dead inside now than I have been. I'm trying to reach the absolute zero of deadness. The other side is surely bliss.
Given the anxiety- and shakiness-producing day that you've had
you're entitled to generalities. But I might add that the absolute zero of deadness is just deadness (I have been there for the occasional visit, and the slightly warmer version of deadness frightens me a lot less).
So some virtual TUMS for you, as long as you don't take them with Coke, which will make you explode. And for what it's worth, I worry more about people who don't pick apart the logic of their thoughts. And you can't possibly be any more wrong about anything than I am.
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