Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.

I feel like Humpty Dumpty. I used to sit high on the wall, everything was OK, and all my pieces were in place.

Now all of my pieces have fallen apart and my life is in shambles. Some of it is my fault and some of it is not. But regardless, I have fallen.

Like Humpty Dumpty, I have a lot of King’s horsemen trying to put to me together again. I guess both of us are pretty lucky.

The person that I used to be would not recognize the person I am now. Though parts of me haven’t changed, my most core defining character traits have become nothing more than symptoms of my disorder. My life has been put on hold and everything is now about fixing my brain. And most of my thoughts are consumed by a worry about what sort of smashed Frankenstein’s monster disaster my life is going to be if things don’t start to change soon.