For the first time in 24 hours I feel just about human again, despite a troubled night. And now I’m going to go and ruin it. No exaggeration – this is one of the scariest experiences of my life.
Been thinking a lot about the self. What defines one’s self? If your brain isn’t functioning properly, does the ‘real’ self remain protected underneath, filed away? Or is the self as flexible as a haircut – it is what it is?
The conclusion I come is that, yes, losing oneself is indeed entirely possible. But to my mind, wholly undersirable.