Guys, here's what I posted at the end of the whole thing...
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This is what I gather after having read through all these posts…I’m a normal person obsessed with figuring out what’s wrong with me. Ok, kidding. But not really. It seems like I’m constantly searching for the answer, expecting it to drop right into my lap (or rather, come to me in an online discussion). I’m exasperating, I know. I can’t put into words how I feel about this whole thing – this everything. Everything to do with my state of mind, the way I convey it through writing, the way I analyze that writing to the point where the words blur and I can’t discern what from what. It’s so confusing and I don’t think I can do it on my own. I have this vision in mind that I don’t acknowledge on a conscious level, but it’s now obvious. It’s like I expect this all to be taken care of by the time I reach college age, so that I can say “Yep, I’m ok now and better for having gone through it and here’s a dandy book I wrote on my experiences…” But that can’t happen, because this..thing, whatever it is, is a process. That’s obvious. I won’t automatically conduct average amounts of self-analysis the minute I hit 20.
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T is going to think I'm nuts, that it's all in my head. I mean really, having read all that - I sound like I'm in constant search of a disorder to label myself with!
This is going to be an interesting session.
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