"A year ago this winter, I began to not recognize myself. Sleep was the first thing to change. Progressively, over the course of about two weeks, I began struggling to drift off. As a 24-year-old man with a good supply of hash, this had never been a problem before. It was so odd. Seemingly out of the blue, I’d get into bed at night and not be able to shut off my brain. Thoughts would grow tendrils and loop onto other thoughts, tangling together like a big wall of ivy. Some nights, I’d pull the covers over my head, grab my face hard in my hands, and whisper, “Shut. The. Fuck. Up.” • #схватил_за_мозг - Твоё первенство и эго

Состояние состоянию рознь, видимо. У Арнхильд Лаувенг в автобиографической книге «Завтра я всегда бывала львом» всё описанное в разы страшнее. - Lev Eidinov