Who am I? This is a question that runs through my brain numerous times a day. My mind seems to have two states that it flops back and forth between: terrible and better. But never what it used to be. I feel like whoever I am now has taken hold of old Deanna's body. I have old memories, but absolutely no feelings or emotions attached to those memories. I can think back to the best and worst moments of my life, and it feels like they happened to someone else. I am someone else now. I don't even know that person. My recollection of anything that happened this past year is basically nonexistent, and the past five years are just a muddled blur. I only have a handful of RV memories, and former Deanna used to have a wonderful memory. I used to feel like my mind was my favorite thing about myself. It was as if my brain didn't have a lid and that a full spectrum rainbow shot from every angle, reaching into worlds I could only imagine. I was creative and made connections in my mind a...