I lost my mind. I would start a sentence and get confused,
I would be driving, and lose chunks of time/space.
I lost my confidence. I started asking me, ‘Do you love me?’
I lost my ability to feel. When I was at my worst, suicide was
I couldn’t work. On the days I did make it to the office,
My idea of recreation was sleeping.
My personal hygiene suffered. I would go days without
On the rare occasions I did see my relatives,
I forgot words. When I was trying to speak,
I had no motivation to do anything at all. When I wasn’t working,