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.
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