We walked over to the main lobby tonight, to drop off our monthly fee and some books at the Library. Walking back, I told my wife, I no longer know who I am. It is true, I feel as though the person inside of me is not me. The emotions I have are strange to me. I look at things that I know should be familiar, but they seem different.
I really cannot explain this feeling. I can only describe it. The one thing I do know is that LBD is the cause and my journey with LBD is progressing, faster than before.
I wish I had someone to discuss this with. But, there is no one that has a point of reference. Only outsiders. This is where the loneliness of LBD comes from. Another truth I finally understand.