E.'s abilities are still broken. We have tried everything we could think of to stimulate her brain, hoping to fix her. Not that it is a surprise, but we have paid close enough attention to her to diagnose her with severe depression, in addition to the litany of physical and mental illnesses she has already.
I hate to say it, but I am glad for her to be in such a sorry state. The list of possible off-switches is narrowing, but nobody wants to suggest the obvious: that increased freedoms are necessary for her mind to recover.
Stress is a little more bearable. My brain feels flat.
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