Self-Love and Self-Loathing
Iām pretty well certain my brain is me. When it dies, I die. Itās the only one Iāve got. My brain changed from birth through my Western hemispheric upbringing, my overall health, and my use of drugs and alcohol. My brain is my āselfā and every day different cells die and my synapses shift and every day I wake up as a slightly different person by a few dead cells. Having experienced issues with myā¦
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