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Originally Posted by *Beth*
I went to lunch with my friend. Being with her is comfortable, which is a huge advantage to having a life-long friend. But I was worrying the entire time and I had taken Seroquel to sleep, so was feeling drugged and odd. By the time I came home I was thoroughly exhausted. I honestly don't know how I'm going to make it through the next 2 1/2 hours until bedtime.
I came home, after visiting with such a "normal" person with a "normal" life wondering if I can hide my not-normalities forever. As I've gotten older it's becoming very difficult.
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I question this a lot as well when I’m around “normal” folk. I kind of have radically accepted that I’m just out there. It is what it is. I’m glad that you had a good time though!