Monday, September 16, 2024

I don't have many early recollections of mental illness that I could put into words.  I had these profound memories of weirdness, yes, that's what I would call them.  It was like every once in a while getting a shot in the arm with a serum of misunderstood feelings that needed to be untangled later on.

Before I knew about the real gravity of depression, I got depressed.

I felt depressed.

Before I knew the definition of derealization, I experienced it.  I felt myself observing my life in third person.  I was fascinated by my own existence, but from the outside looking in. I dissociated before my therapist explained to me about the behavior. I felt a complete disconnect, sometimes in spurts, and then other times longer.

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Monday, December 2, 2024

Sunday, September 8, 2024