In 2001, on ossington in a superb rooms and students' house onwed by a sri lankan lady or indian lady who married a trinidadian and had a kid thugh he was like 20 years older than her. Superbly nice people. I made absolutely no more sense to myself for months while holding a job and living with them after breaking up again with hubby. One thing I KNEW was right, the ONLY thing: I had to be hardcore vegetarian. I hung on to this thought so hard as the ONLY thought I understood in my head that year....there definitely was no psychopathology at the time. I burned out. Truth is I always needed meds. Such were my deficiencies from chidlhood and my challenges as an adult lets say. I was fucked about dopamine. It was wild wonderful decompensating for months until I became incapable of making any decisions and cried only in saint bruno when my parents came to get me on ossington rooming with cool students and biracial couple who owned the house. Yes everyone I truly was simply ill. Mentally ill I was called with some good thinking. Makes you think about sanity doesnt it, such revelations, indila?