As I lay in bed electrodes dancing atop my thinning gray hair I can only blame myself for this voluntary admission into a neurological amusement park. I have relentlessly been seeking an answer to the person, who is me. My brainwaves always jumbled, confused gray matter, in a bruised soul. Invisible broken wires leap out like the phantom springs of a broken watch. A warped main board is setting false alarms with a metastasized frenzy concealing amorphous parasites on the neuron pathway. Verbally incapable to accurately describe the odd physiological responses of my weary body, I stutter incoherent ramblings when questioned by medical staff. Guilt is beginning to envelope me, an anomaly of symptoms and diagnosis, an outsider of questionable status, an interloper in a closed culture.
Stop...gain composure...insight...go beyond narcissism...
I think of my favorite quote by Einstein "There are two ways to live your life - one is as though nothing is a miracle, the other is as though everything is a miracle" The brain is surely a miracle even mine.
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