After the past couple weeks there’s been so much emotional content that my regulator went “sproing!”. 
I’m not sad, not depressed. I think the psychs would call it “dis-attached” or something like that. 

It’s a strange place to be. Watching the world go by. Not really connected to the world. Shock might be a way of describing it, prolonged shock. 

But it’s better than being where I was. Maybe it’s my brains way of giving my mind time to heal.