What I am coming back too is familiar at least but the haze in between the two is easier running downhill this way, than up. Something I have never had seriously was depression. My blueness prior to this was always situational or at least reactionary. While my Iron loaded on however I found myself idealizing suicide. I could simply step in front of a cops gun or run the car into a wall. Instant off switch and out of my control. This is why I had finally checked into what mental health services were around me finally. It never occured to me that what was going wrong was physical. I thought maybe it was a weird aspect to my agoraphobia worsening.
So what did Iron poisoning take from me? My happiness, pieces of my willpower, my concentration, my sense of time, the use of my hands, my ability to dream and my relationship: good or bad with food. When it comes down to the exact moment I fear death like any normal person but I have in the past thought of suicidal ideation as the stupidest thing because you lose all your precious options. Something that terrifies me now is the knowledge that if I die my partner will more than 50% likely kill himself to follow me. That's an interesting panic inducing thought. Also a bit less selfish than the old one I had as a teenager about not trusting my cat to anyone else. Of course, the cat never said she wanted to die...
