I think it takes the brain a hell of a long time to repair itself and heal.
I don't think there is any excuse but I think that is one of the reasons.
I think we do so much damage to our brains and our souls when we use,
that we can't expect them to be repaired and back to normal just because
we stop using.
It kind of reminds me of a plant that dies because you forgot to water it.
When you remember to water it, it takes awhile to come back to life.
I think that is kind of like us. Dead plants that our coming back to life.
Or that was me anyway. I used to think of myself as that plant trying
to come back to life, needing water, air, sunlight and time.
but I'm a dork, I have to think of things in weird ways to get through it.
My roommates both lie a lot, and they lie about lieing, they don't use either.
I gave up trying to figure out why they lie.
Their reasons mean nothing to me really.
I just smile and nod most of the time.
Their lies are on them.