I’ve had the same thing happen to me. I used to be the manic life of the party…even if I had to make my own party. I was also was a people magnet, I was fun to be around, never knew what would come out of my mouth next, literally dancing on the table. Unfortunately, I was also a self-destructive drug addicted alcoholic mess. Meds straightened me out, but the straight me is a total stick in the mud, unsociable to the point of being recluse. I’ve been screwing with my meds for two years trying to find a middle ground to no avail. I miss the old days and the old me, but I know I can never go back. It’s very depressing. Good luck getting used to the “new you”.

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