Dunno where to put this. But maybe someone can relate. Through my life, even when it has been hard, I've always had my smarts. When I had a long lasting depression 10 years ago, I realized I came out a bit dumber with a shorter attention span.

Daily use of benzos and I know they affect me memory wise. Probably making me dumb also, just hadn't realized so much.

I've tested around 130 meaning on a good day I could have joined Mensa (133 on the Stanford-Binet scale).

For fun I retook the test test for Mensa (which they have to see if you should or shouldn't apply). It's the same type of test and everything I took before, over 10 years ago.

And it spits out 112. Which is... well.. totally average.

Don't say it is only a test. I can feel my brain rotting away. If I don't have my smarts, I have nothing. I don't put any worth in those soft values people do. "I'm a good friend." SO WHAT?

Good heavens.