Yes, it is. But I think what fucks me up is not being able to trust my mind, when it has always been what I’m known for. I feel like a racehorse with four broken legs. I know what I am for, and it’s not within my reach anymore.

The group I work for now, they humor me. I have a lab environment to work in. But it is hardly the same.

[This may be a sign of some underlying issues even before the incident. The struggle of a high achiever who felt that said achievement was the whole point of life. Even if a black hole hadn’t gotten him, burnout would have eventually.]