Here is what I know, which isn't much, but you got to start from somewhere. My memory of being perfectly normal is still intact, as in my memory of a few years ago and all the years prior. Currently, I have moments, like the calm between the storm, in which I experience life in an absolutely, perfectly, normal state in every way, shape and form. These are the moments, ironically, that bring the greatest fear, for it is only in these moments that I know just how abnormal the other times are.
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