I awoke this morning an emotional wreck. It is strange how this illness takes away any emotional fortitude one has, at least for me. These feelings and the wash of memories is simply traumatic. It is not so much the isolation that seems to be affecting me as it is my inability to frame it into some kind of tangible experience that can be easily translated into words as to what happened.
I think I like the neurological explanation best – I have an acquired brain injury as a result of a side effect from a medication I was taking. I have long-term and most likely permanent damage. Though I have regained much of my abilities (thankfully), such things as my memory and my ability to handle stress have been impacted. This wouldn’t be so bad were I not finding myself in new situations that require the adaptability I formerly had.