I can't really find the right word to describe the physical, emotional and ... mental number this whole frightening Evan ordeal has done on my head. I still feel like I am drifting in a fish tank, separated from reality by a wall of glass and moving water. I still shake from time to time when I stop myself from being distracted (my personal #1 coping strategy). I thought I was over the feeling of being freezing cold until two nights ago when you couldn't convince me that it was not about 20 degrees outside. (It wasn't) The world is going by in super slow motion and everything I do (like walking the dog or grocery shopping) feels like the most meaningless task ever invented. It's as if sounds have become difficult to hear too. It's like life is a 78 rpm album playing out on 45.
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