My entire life feels like a dream. Everything seems gray and fuzzy, with lapses of lucidity now and then. After my TBI, everything seemed okay in here. Some food tasted a little funny, but I still enjoyed life, and was a competent person. I had a couple jobs, I had friends, I had things I liked to do. Now I don't even know what I'm thinking most of the time, I quit my jobs, and I've isolated myself from most of the world. Take this post for example. I've been working on it for 20 minutes. I don't know what to write, I just write for awhile, then read what I wrote, and delete most of it.