Psychology Today | 12.06.2026 22:30
For weeks before everything came apart, I did not so much sleep as pause. I would lie down and rise three hours later, convinced the hours had been wasted, that the world had accelerated and I was keeping pace with it, ahead of it, while everyone around me trudged through fog. Ideas arrived faster than I could write them down. Connections lit up everywhere. A stranger’s glance was a signal. My own thoughts, ordinary for nearly 40 years, had become, overnight, the thoughts of someone chosen.
