Mental illness - what a crazy thing (pardon the pun). The last few months have been a hell of a ride. Depression, mania, breakdown, depression, DNA testing, nymphomania. It's all go.
I'm currently waiting for the results of the DNA test. Will my real father please stand up....
Apparently, some ridiculous proportion of people are fathered by someone other than the man who raises them, so I shouldn't feel so bad. Interestingly, that doesn't actually make me feel much better. The pshrink tells me that he has heard worse stories, but that also doesn't make me feel better.
You know what does? Tea and chats with friends, and imagining a life I don't currently live
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