So many times I would pass by Charles’ room and sometimes I would notice a smell. I would go in, try and identify it. Open the window to air it out.
No one else could smell it but I could. It was very different. Very distinct.
At first, I thought it might be drug related. But Charles didn’t smoke things in his room. And it was a smell that I remembered from before there were drugs involved. Only it got stronger as he became a teenager.
Not unpleasant just different and a little bit alarming for some reason. Hard to describe but it was sort of sweet.
When I got Charles’ clothing back from the police, I could barely pick up the scent but it was still there. At that time, it was the sweetest thing ever.
And I thought, I will never smell that scent again.
I forgot about the smell until recently.
I had a conversation with a woman whose husband suffers from depression. She said she knew he was in a depressive state prior to it happening because she could smell it. And she could tell when he was over it because it would then be gone.
I was shocked. I have asked this strange question to Google a hundred times. And to a handful of people. This is the first time someone else mentioned that depression had a distinct smell. She said the same thing I did. It was not a bad smell. Just different.
I’ve looked up sour stomach and various drugs. No luck. I just knew it wasn’t that. Someone else had this same olfactory experience. It took me years to figure out that it was probably the smell of anxiety and depression. A drop in serotonin perhaps? I have no idea. I am hardly a scientist.
I’m curious, though. Has anyone else experienced this?