Oh and you're all invited to my place if you're ever in need.

Well that lasted for about five minutes.

But I remember how it felt.

And it was horrible.

Yet intriguing.

Sky. Trying to imagine how you must feel. Some stuffs good, some's bad...Don't let the bad get in your way.

@Sky: I'm so glad that all the anxiety and doubt has gone and hope that switch doesn't flick back again. Sorry about the world's 'grubby realistic majesty.' I recommend walks in the woods and fields where the majesty seems more fresh and new, even in the autumn and winter months, and any grubbiness tends to be of the insect variety

And I second your invitation to @HindleA. Welcome at my place, too.

Edit: formatting...

You're welcome.

Thanks.

HindleA wrote:Excellent that you are gaining in confidence.I lost my lover,best friend(in truth only friend)and wife,two weeks ago,which was very careless of me.

Then anytime you feel the need you're welcome to come up to my place.

Reality isn't all it is cracked up to be,but seriously I hope you feel this improved way as long as you would wish.I am best ignored at the moment.

Excellent that you are gaining in confidence.I lost my lover,best friend(in truth only friend)and wife,two weeks ago,which was very careless of me.

Honestly this is odd.

I have no similar experience with which to compare it.

My analogies run dry.

What's wrong?

Good,on presumption that is good of course.I hope it isn't literally like me at the moment,I feel like shit warmed up!

So I posted an article here describing my own mental illness, an illness very few have heard of including GPs.

It was the first time I'd ever heard anyone else describe symptoms exactly the same as I'd had for 20 years.

And the weirdest thing is that, at present, it's gone away.

I'm currently experiencing the world in all it's grubby realistic majesty. All the anxiety has gone, all the questioning my own sanity, all the doubting if I was even a sapient human being at all.

All gone. Like someone just flicked a switch.

And now I just feel like you.

It's really weird, everything now seems solid and obvious where before it continuously invited question.

How can reading an account of one's illness cure it magically?

And how long does it last?