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For over a year now, I’ve experienced cognitive interference I can’t explain away. It started small: losing track of my own train of thought, forgetting sentences mid-speech. Then came the emotional instability — numbness in the middle of meaningful moments, panic without cause, and unexplained aggression. My body sometimes moves before I decide to act. My decisions feel pre-empted. None of this is random.

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