Shit man, that's... wayyyy more extreme than mine! I just get cranky, mess up my sentences when I try to talk to people and generally become a giant bitchy chore of a bundle of nerves who can't hold coffee and nod at the same time without fucking it up. (Also become caught in that sweet spot midway between self-pity & self-loathing... although you probably figured that part out already!)
Still - cats and uncertain reality? Freaky shit, looks like I got off light!
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