I still miss *me*. I liked me. Other people liked *me*. This is like living in someone elses body and life. I miss *me*. There is no shine, no light, no joy. No brain sparks, no excitement, no spontaneity, no peace, no noticing things.....no details. Frankly its like a living death. Its like one of those people I used to look at and feel sorry for and wonder how they lived their life that way.
I miss me. And in a way I am still grieving for the loss of someone so vibrant, so alive, so ,,,,,,,,magic.
Most times I cant even taste food, or smell things.....its like being dead.
What the answer? No idea. This is where I am at. So I'm just trying to get to know this 'stranger' whose life and body I am trapped in.