A year ago, I became obsessed with the notion I was being anonymously trolled. And, I mean, bullshit merchants were and *are* everywhere, online. The difference for me being that I ended up spending the rest of 2019 fighting my way out of (I think now) a prolonged fugue state. https://twitter.com/notmoro/status/1117686759922589696">https://twitter.com/notmoro/s...

I think I need to tak about this stuff because, well, I don& #39;t want to keep feeling like I should have known better. Or been able to stop it. Or ... something.

I am no longer ashamed, but I& #39;m still mourning for, and angry about, the time I lost to being sick in the head.

It was a weird, bad, time, man. For a *long* time. I& #39;ve been trying to describe what happened to myself and other people to myself for a long time, now, and it& #39;s...hard. I& #39;m not sure "fugue state" is exactly accurate. But from the little bit of reading I& #39;ve done, it seems close.

I& #39;m frequently jokey about myself with this stuff. I put on a brave face. But honestly? I& #39;ve been having a hard few days, remembering where I was, mentally, a year ago. I& #39;m sad for Past Jess. And I& #39;m sad for that part of me that no longer knows, now, how to be around people.

Doing beer. Comfort fooding my way through grief. A lot of you know what that is, now, and I really wish you didn& #39;t. But, hey, I& #39;m mostly sane again and if you& #39;re feeling nuts, I& #39;m listening, and I get it. Shit Times Fistbumps all round.

So many typos in this thread. It& #39;s been a typos kind of day. Sigh.