More Dwarfishness

Ya know, my brain really was shot during the period 1998-2003. I was teaching people, and I don’t remember hardly a thing of it. I have lots of friends on my Friends Lists at MySpace, Facebook, etc., that I don’t remember HOW I met them, and it goes back to this period.

Well, Dwarf Dragonwulf, bless her heart, has been filling in my memory banks, and I’ve also been using the Wayback Machine to fill in some gaps. Apparently I was teaching a lot of people back then. I have no doubt my teaching was good, or I wouldn’t still have so many friends from this period (including Evy). But I wish I had my memory.

Let that be a lesson to you. If a doctor wants to give you an antidepressant, antipsychotic, or other psychiatric drug, TELL HIM/HER NO! If you absolutely need it, tell him/her NO MORE THAN SIX WEEKS. If you need more time than that to sort your stuff out, you need to be talking to someone who can actually help you, not a psychiatrist.

I have at least 15 people on my friends lists that I don’t remember how I met them. Now, with Evy’s help, I remember, and am starting to link some dead memories.

Hugs,
Me