It makes me wonder: What was I doing with all my time previously? Sleeping all day? Really?

And before that? Surely I had work before that?

But what of free time?

Mental illness, completely, and just surviving? And now it seems that time stretches on even more slowly! without! the mental illness. Having myself a day off. It is odd, isn’t it.

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