My
experience with
symptoms don’t start with the evening I imagined myself going into another scene with the man I wasn’t married to, half a year before it happened. It was at an outdoorsy biergarten, and the image looked like a movie still, affecting my body.
That night between me and him would have been a crime, because I'd said 'yes.' It didn’t register what my mind imagined though, because I was practiced at play reality and what fit neat within the set, like Nancy Friday, seemed to my mind-eye's thoughts no. Later he messaged; I told my goodbye and this new thing knew the drive-thru: His car was old spice, his hands touched, and he shared bipolar. There was a doctor using marijuana, a stack of medication on travel, and memories of angels speaking from the street. He was everywhere I’d paced: “I own you” pinned me to the bed.
Maybe it was schizophrenia but feel like true.
Now I’d say we chose ourselves. The year my
of my acceleration... I don’t know whether these are disordered or perfect expressions of thoughts. The DSM-V list made