That includes taking meds, posting on here, any thoughts of recovery, thinking about mental illness, going to hospitals, seeing doctors, office visits, the whole 9 yards.

I want obliviousness. To not even concern myself about this mind screw. It's tiring, worrying, and expecting.

Ignorance is bliss.

Sad thing is, I can't go back, not now or never. Now I know too much.

At least a vacation would be nice.