The magic when the flashback ends
Doesn't it feel like magic?
for days the most horrible and hopeless delusions seem perfectly logic and reasonable to me and I'm physically and mentally drowning in depression, guilt, anguish, anxiety and obsessive paranoia, crying myself to sleep, crying at any given moment actually, not even able to get up from bed to eat, let alone doing anything else...
and then poof ✨
I am logic again, I'm not depressed, I'm fine, I'm thinking in a completely different way, all delusions suddenly seem bullsh*t, I can do things, I do a lot of things actually and I start sorting back my life, it's all back to normal when the other day I didn't even recall what normal was like and I was starting to think it was just an illusion.
That's magic.
That's freakin' Copperfield Magic.
Like unicorns and witches ✨🦄
