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Late last night I finally started to feel better. I felt like me again. Or I felt like the version of me that's happy. I guess the horribly depressed/dumbass/dizzy/miserable version of me is me, too. What a harsh realization. That even when shit is going "wrong", it's still GOING. There's no such thing as fanon or canon discontinuity in real life. Unless you Big Brother that shit. Lots of people have tried. But few have succeeded.  But I feel better now. Even though I don't have my depakote. But is it even worth having? Maybe I should just ignore it for awhile and see how well I do with just lithium.