By chance I clicked on this deserted blog, and can't help
being jealous of the 'previous me' - the maniac one.
Yes. It is me depressed again. Hard it is to admit, but I have
the tactic of using another language. I do not know how to face
others, esp. those I gave advice to. It seems to me that I am but a
liar - a charlatan whose recipe has never
been tested, or at least not fully tested.
It feels strange. Now I receive suggestions and advice from
time to time, and I sometimes feel very much at loss. I know these
words! I've been saying these to people, and now when it is my
turn, I just don't know what to DO.
Then at this stage, quite a few of my fellow netpals echoed my
understanding that this is by and large biochemical. Though I can
do something in an attempt to change the inner me, but it doesn't
change much the episodes of the disease.