/lit/ - Literature

I've come to hate my brain lads. I need freedom.

I'm stuck inside a head that changes randomly from day to day. One minute I'm a genius, the next I'm retarded, with no idea when or if the genius will return. My interests and moods are in constant flux. I'm unable to maintain long-term goals because I never know how long one of my passions will last. The only thing that seems to influence these shifts is how the people around me perceive me, but the same force causes my charisma to wax and wane Even my health is affected. My mind is so succeptible to psychosomatic illness that I've nearly died twice of imaginary stomach viruses that lasted for months even though I knew they were imaginary

I just want control over my mind. I can't live like this

I can't tell if my brain broke because of dopamine overdose or withdrawal.

same symptoms, opposite cures