Fascinating talk.
I must say she has recovered well from what is often a catastrophic event.
If you look VERY closely she still has a subtle weakness of the right side of her mouth, with a mild assymetry in the furrows which run from the edge of the nostrils to the angle of the mouth.
The dissociation she decribes with the feeling of euphoria and cosmic oneness reminds me ever so much of intramuscular ketamine...
I am paranoid of my brain. It thinks all the time, even when I'm asleep. My thoughts assail me. Murderous lechers they are. Thought is the assassin of thought. Like a man stabbing himself with one hand while the other hand tries to stop the blade. Like an explosion that destroys the detonator. I am paranoid of my brain. It makes me unsettled and ill at ease. Makes me chase my tail, freezes my eyes and shuts me down. Watches me. Eats my head. It destroys me.