guess I'm in the depressive side of my bipolar. Food tastes bland, TV/Movies/Listening to music is eh, very little can distract me or hold my interest. Only thing I enjoy as of late is playing guitar. At least I have that.
I can still get lost in MY music.
People get weird when they face death, I almost died back in October. It didn't seem to affect me at all. I felt no change in perspective, no regrets, no should haves, no "I'm gonna do X if I survive", nothing. I didn't (nor do) care one way or another if I live or I die. I see nothing different in the two. I have no idea why.
I've seen death, I've faced it before, many times. I guess I don't understand the value in life?
I don't know.
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