Doesn't help I can't help but feel I was born at the wrong time. I feel like the world around me is so foreign and I can't help but think I was
meant to be some where else. Perhaps Titan(staurnVI), Neptune, or perhaps somewhere in the past. My musical tastes don't reflect anyone else's my
age.
youtu.be... I mean at the ripe age of 25, the rest of my generation is listening to solo auto tuned crap with computerized back
tracks ripping off classics. Grinding their horrible dressed steroid riddled bodies into one another consuming copious amounts of liquor.
I've always been called an old soul, wise, mature, it goes on and on. I take greater pleasure in the little things in life than most others seem to,
but as of late it seems more and more a tease to look outside and see the garden in bloom, the sun shining and feel like it's 50 below, dark and
acidic.
Oh man, I love Louis. I can't help but think of M listening to his music though, so it gets a little daunting to even enjoy some of the music I like.
I intended to finish after that last post but I'm sitting smoking another cigarette fingers buzzing like a million bees. I suppose I can't help but
be the way I am right now. I find it hard to enjoy most things, when I'm weak, exhausted, shake like a chihuahua, on a million and one medications
for a million and one problems. Losing more and more weight each and every day and enjoying less and less of the things life has to offer.
I spend more time asleep, than most people do in a month in a single week. I have a whole lot of time to think when I can't sleep. Lately, it's
starting to turn the other way. Today is the first I've slept in two days. I dream of far off lands, beautiful scenery, creatures I've never thought
I could dream of. Unique emotions, colours and sensations I didn't know were possible. I even dream when I'm awake. With my anxiety, depression, and
physical ailments I can't help but spend a whole lot of time meditating, and asking angels to take me away, and I wonder if perhaps the figures I've
dreamt of were angels, and the places and feelings I've felt were the other side.
It gets difficult when you feel more and more detached from yourself. You start to lose touch with what is real and what isn't. I've had dreams on
nights where I've slept for 14+hrs so real I've woke up thinking I'd really gone and done the things I had done. Even so much as to ignore food and
go back to bed a few hrs later.
I'm trying really hard to keep myself positive but it's not an easy thing. I've noticed the posts I right becoming longer and longer, filled with
more of my heart and personality. As well, at times I feel as if those around me are sharing the same feelings, thoughts, and experiences on a level
I've never noticed before. Almost as If I know whats going through their heads on an emotional, reactive, or chemical level, I just don't know how
to translate it to words. I've also experienced what I can only describe is the breath of a higher being, in my lungs, on my neck, or ear. Its touch,
on my arm, shoulder or ear, which doesn't feel much like anything else I've felt. It's like when hair brushes against you, along with a warm
comforting sensation.
I've lost my train of thought. Part of what I'm going through feels like my head is pulsing or tingling. It's almost an electric shock sensation
minus the " Electric Pain" part. That slight contraction, tingle or pulse, sometimes is in my head, nose and ears, and others it spreads down my
neck into my shoulders, and chest. Along with what feels like a momentary lapse in all thought and function. If I'm standing it will feel as if I'm
going to fall, but it's so brief it leaves me with more of an uneasy omg feeling than an actual collapse. Unfortunately, along with this sometimes I
forget what I'm doing. Not to the extremes I don't know where I am or will crash my truck, but I get disorientated, which is then followed by
frustration, anger, anxiety, fear then depression. I can't help but wonder If this is something really bad. The real unfortunate part is, we've
found out it's not my medication, it's not anything bacterial, viral, fungal or parasitic... So what's left? You may be thinking differently than
me, but everything I know and look in to likely means I'm going to have to deal with it the rest of my life. The part that's scary is what is it. Is
this the early stage? or is this all it will be? Is the shake going to turn into something more like Michael J Fox? Am I going to die? It's been 2
months and 13 days since we started testing, and we really have no more idea what's going on than we did before we started.
It started out like a flu. I had a fever, a headache that had persisted for 3 days. Throat was sore, glands were swollen in my neck, under my jaw,
behind my ears. Was put on Anti-Biotics, sore throat, headache went away, glands started to come down. Then I got weak, exhausted, and started
shaking, kidneys pain, which stayed