Incomprehensible. Nothing made sense.

The bottom began to fall out of my life and mind. My thinking far from being clearer than crystal, was tortuous. I would read the same passage over and over again only to realize that I had no memory at all for what I just had read. Each book or poem I picked up was the same way. Incomprehensible. Nothing made sense. I could not begin to follow the material presented in my classes, and I would find myself staring out the window with no idea of what was going on around me. It was very frightening.

  • Pg. 37, An Unquiet Mind, ISBN – 978-0-679-76330-7, Kay Redfield Jamison

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