I posted a while back about how I had picked up on the patterns of this thing. Well, obviously, I was a little off in my calculations back then. But I do think that I'm gaining a firmer understanding of the ebbs and flows of this flatline. The excel document I'm keeping is getting more and more detailed, and it's allowing me to dissect the monster a little easier.
I don't really know why I seek to know the patterns, because whatever happen will happen. I think it's a human thing to try and define everything, even if we're dealing with something as indefinable as a flatline. I want to KNOW. I want to feel like I'm in control. But I'm not, at all. Boy, oh boy, am I not.
Close to the end of month 15. I don't really know what that means in the grand scheme of things. What I do know is that this process doesn't feel like an adventure anymore. Before, there was a sense of discovery. And optimism. Now I'm at the latter half of the marathon, where I'm just trying to fucking get there. My legs are fucking shot and my breathing is heavy. I'm beat down.
I've been reading stories of folks who took 2+ years to get out of their flatlines. Of course I'm prepared to wait that long, but god damn man. That's a long fucking time. I hope I can return to normalcy within the 2 year mark. Once the weather starts getting better I'm going to want to take part in all of the springtime energy activities. I want to start dating again. I want to be able to enjoy nature.
Even if I don't leave the flatline soon, I hope that my symptoms lessen in severity, and that my social anxiety goes away. If I can spend time around people without wanting to leave immediately then I'll be okay. I can wait it out if that's the case. Hell, if I gain the ability to enjoy movies again then I'll be A-okay.