my mind will never be the same after the nervous breakdown i experianced while writing my thesis last semester. when i think back on it i truly could not tell between my own reality and the one that i was reading and writing about so thoroughly. its strange to see oneself as a fictional character within a text and also being the same character sprung forth from the pages of certain shortstories...my theisis involved creative interpretation and overcoming despair. i'm not completely sure i have fully learned how to overcome such despair.
