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I had some very weird trippy dissociate-y things happen to me while I was in therapy with previous T. Hard to explain, but I can empathize. You sound a bit like I felt. All foggy and strange and at times like someone else reached in and worked the controls on my brain.
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'...
At poor peace I sing
To you strangers (though song
Is a burning and crested act,
The fire of birds in
The world's turning wood,
For my sawn, splay sounds,)
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Dylan Thomas, Author's Prologue
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