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After returning from a trip, I experienced severe headaches and was diagnosed with a condition that required multiple surgeries to examine my brain.

Oh my god, I can't believe what just happened. I was just on a plane. Unbelievable. Where even am I right now? This is insane.

You're here because you know something you can't explain, a feeling you've had your whole life. Right now, you might feel like Alice falling down the rabbit hole.

I recall the moment I lost my mind. There was a certain comfort in that place, where even emotions resonated in the vastness. When I was carefree, I felt disconnected from reality.

I'm saying all the wrong things right now. Where's that eject button? It might be time. Am I okay?

Someone was upset and stated, "They're fighting. They're really trying to hurt me." They then exclaimed, "Run. Damn. Run."

Oh my god. This is exciting. Oh my god. And how fuck did all that come from? Everything is ruined. Everything. Everything.

I thought it could be a life or death situation for me. When I was on the floor, I remembered all the times I had thought about what I would do in that situation, and now I was actually doing it. We watched the riot on TV for hours from a secure location. Seeing the images of windows being broken and people climbing walls made me feel angry. It caused an audible gasp in the room.

I feel manic, like a flood overwhelming everything. I'm not here to make friends; I'm here to reveal how the world ends. The past is returning to crash down, creating tidal waves of devastation. This energy traps you in fear, making you feel like a ghost in your own memories. I'm the light in the darkness, carrying the weight of existence, marked by struggles. You may feel trapped, but remember me; I'm part of you, like smoke. As you exhale, the pressure builds. You’ve failed to see the truth, and now it’s time to confront it.

They said they're attacking you psychologically. They told you they're attacking you psychologically. They even told you, but it's me.

I've noticed this phenomenon, almost like "Trump derangement syndrome," where people become completely irrational when the former president is mentioned. I saw it firsthand at a friend's birthday dinner, a month or two before the election. It was a normal, quiet gathering until I mentioned the president's name. The reaction was extreme, as if I'd injected them with something that contained methamphetamine and rabies. I was shocked. It was impossible to have a reasonable conversation. It was as if people just couldn't handle a normal conversation.

I feel weird, but I'm okay. Stay inside your house. It might be best. I'm not sure. I felt like it.

I had to leave, feeling trapped in chaos. There's pain contained within the system, and I’m just a part of it, trying to navigate through it all. My emotions are evident; I’m disgusted by humanity and haunted by trauma that I can’t forget. It’s a system shock that lingers in my memory. I feel overwhelmed, drowning in emotions, struggling against the tide. I search for light but find darkness instead, trying to rise above it all. My spirit feels detached, and I wake up in fear, realizing I’m alone. I wish things were different, but I continue to fight through the blaze of my experiences.

I recall when I lost my mind. There was something enjoyable about that place.

They even told you that they're attacking you psychologically. They even told you they're attacking you psychologically. They fucking even told you, but it's me.

I recall the moment I lost my mind. There was a certain comfort in that space, where even emotions resonate. Being out there, carefree, made me feel disconnected.

"Stress is created by not being able to predict something that's going to happen in your life. The perception that something's going get worse or you can't control something, right?" "So, when that occurs, we switch on that primitive nervous system called the fight or flight nervous system, and the brain goes into this very alarm state called That means pay attention to the outer world, there's danger out there." "But if it's not a predator and it's traffic, or your co worker, or your ex, this is where it gets to be a problem because it becomes very maladaptive, right?" "And like a lightning storm in the clouds, the brain starts firing very, very incoherently." "And when the brain's incoherent, we're incoherent."

I'm saying all the wrong things right now. Where's that eject button? It might be time. Am I okay?

Somebody tried to tell you something. Chill the fuck out. Now you got it.

I was in this state because I had just been at risk of being attacked by pirates. I was in the center of Milan, waiting at a traffic light, when I noticed two poorly dressed girls who seemed like they were up to no good. They started pointing and shouting at me. I froze for a moment, but luckily the light turned red, and I saw a taxi coming towards me. I quickly moved to the middle of the road and yelled at the taxi to stop. The guys started chasing me, yelling things in a language I think was Arabic. I didn't know what to do, I was almost paralyzed. Thankfully, I got in the taxi and it acted as a barrier between me and them. I truly believe that if it wasn't for the taxi driver, they would have raped and robbed me.

Speaker explains what you feel after trying to hold it together under all this stressful stuff. The stress ends in different ways: the divorce is done, or the diagnosis has happened, or you found the job after the job search, or you made it through the really terrible quarter at work. When that happens, the dam is broke because you don't have to hold it together anymore. What happens when that dam breaks is it floods your brain and now your brain is drowning, and you can't leverage the motivation or the clarity to figure out how to get excited about life again. Did I hit is that right? Nailed it.

The speaker describes the situation as pretty traumatizing, with reacting to whatever is happening and not being able to think straight. She mentions that the other person was crying during the event, and the speaker could not help because they were pretty helpless themselves. They note that, now, the person is getting better. The experience is affecting sleep, with both of them not sleeping well, and they say they’re very trumpetized from that.

I recall the moment I lost my mind. There was an odd sense of comfort in that space.

I have lost touch with reality and started renting a wheelchair to experience how my daily life would change. It's one thing to imagine being in a wheelchair and not being able to reach certain things or having to rearrange my home. But the overwhelming emotion I felt when I first tried it was indescribable.

To see if I still feel, I focus on the pain because it's the only thing that feels real. The needle tears the hole, bringing that old familiar sting. I try to kill it all, but I remember everything.