I was thinking tonight about how far I've come over the past twenty years and was feeling pretty good. I can talk now, I don't have tremors anymore, and I can see a world beyond the confines of my own head. I had my personality shattered at its most basic level by a breakdown or a stroke, or something else entirely. I can't even begin to comprehend it. Anyway, now I'm feeling like a mass of scar tissue and I'm wondering if it's better to try to continue to repair the damage or build on top of the scar tissue. I'm not in crisis, but I'm feeling gutted and mourning who I used to be. I'm fully aware that I'm probably engaging in a bit of self pity.
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