Update 03/17/2022
I knew I crashed really badly and that my brain was going to be messed up for a long time, but I never expected it to be this bad, or that I wouldn’t be getting better 4 months later. I’ve been doing my best to stay active with hiking, lifting, rugby, and rock climbing. I thank God I have the ability to do these things even if in a very miniature way in contrast to my previous self. Rugby has been especially tough since I can’t think, and the team doesn’t respect me. I don’t have panic attacks in my sleep anymore, I do still occasionally have crying episodes that seem to come and leave in about a 30 minute window, and the anhedonia has been very brutal to say the least. Covid knocked out my sense of smell and taste, so I really just exist and it’s so odd. Im going to have to remake myself from scratch with no energy and I’m daunted by the task. I am blessed to have had a good job beforehand working as an engineer, but I now I feel locked in to it and working from home isn’t conductive to my mental health. I also do a little tutoring on the side in math, but I feel like since I can’t think well I should try and find something that’s simpler and hands on. My heart goes out to my fellow brothers on this forum, nobody can really understand this experience except those of us who have endured this special kind of hell. I don’t care to keep fighting, but what other choice do I have, death? I have an infinite for that. I need to figure out a way to make this work.