At first I thought it was some kind of supernatural gift, like I was suppose to be able to do something profound for someone, the world? I suddenly noticed that people shunned me, when ever I walked into a room, dead silence....stares and whispers. It took some time to realize that it was me, that I either said something or did something that freaked them out. I keep to myself 99% of the time other than doctor appt, work, visiting my daughter and sitting in separate rooms of house with my husband, I am pretty much alone, a quiet world....it's just me and my seroquel. Oh and here at PC. Makes the depression that much harder to deal with.