Thinking of my pre invega self is so trippy, like I had experienced another person's life. Sometimes I try to copy my old mannerisms and how I think I used to talk but it feels so foreign. Not that I'm a different person though, it's more like I'm not a person at all more like a vegetable or a clam. I'm kind of compelled to post here because while I'm not gonna kms, part of me thinks that life in this state is somehow impossible so the universe or whatever will find a way to delete me? Some kind of freak accident or disease maybe. I dunno I love my family very much, gonna start working soon they hired a literal retard so that's gonna be interesting. Anyway 1 year in and no changes feels like neurodegenerative disease, totally dissociated like living behind glass, the other day I couldn't comprehend 8+6=14.