At some level it feels like the whole “new personality” thing is a reward for getting good and introspective enough to parse mental instability in the first place. Like oh, you mastered that challenge? Well let’s kick up the difficulty a notch – I’m not sure how well this is coming across, but the mood swings are much less stable and predictable, come closer together, and leave greater lasting impacts now – but unlock greater rewards.

Like, I didn’t even realize how much anxiety I was carrying until it just left, and in its absence I can… talk people into bed? Okay? Honestly, I’ve envied that since adolescence. I guess I haven’t thought about it much but I actively wanted to be bi once, too.

Honestly the actual sexuality is like the least significant part of that self-discovery plotline. Like okay now it kind of warms my heart to know I can turn a guy on just by looking up and making eye contact when I’m sucking his dick, I guess it’s interesting to realize that’s a feeling you can have, but that my fursona is feline? That actually recontextualizes a lot of my life!