Something’s come over me this week. It all started when I noticed I lost my interest in chatting with my family. I’m not particularly moody. In fact, I lack emotions and have an unusual ability to suppress my worries. Most of the times I have to push myself to read, to write, to play the piano, and I gave up on working out completely (I can’t even walk fast without losing my breath, let alone walking on a conveyor belt), and these were all the things I enjoyed doing. Read more…

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