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Death By Dreaming

Member Since 09 Aug 2014
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Goodbye

26 August 2016 - 12:53 AM

I came to this forum trying to learn the cause of my DP/DR. Two years later, many deeply personal problems have suddenly resurfaced, and not only am I confident that they're responsible for all this, but more often than not, I find myself incredibly grateful for the whole trauma-coping aspect of DP/DR... That said, it's unlikely I'll be needing a cure for it specifically for a long time, leaving me with no other reason to stay on this forum.

 

This community was wonderful, and I wish you all the best in your own journeys.

 

—Johannes


DP/DR and lack of coordination

02 April 2016 - 02:41 PM

This is incredibly common on my really bad days, and I was curious if others experience this with derealization and depersonalization as well. 


Post Your Creations!

22 November 2015 - 11:59 PM

It can be anything, and it doesn't have to be DP/DR related either. Photography, drawings, writing, songs; anything you've made that you feel like sharing here!  ;)

 

To start, I'll go ahead and post this song I made on the piano earlier today: http://vocaroo.com/i/s1yTPDygdP18

 

 


Day 3 on Luvox: I've made a terrible mistake

04 October 2015 - 10:53 PM

Got prescribed a 2 week supply to try out for my anxiety. Decided "what the hell" and took them. 3 days later, though my OCD of all things is nearly entirely gone, my DPDR has never been this horrifically unbearable and I literally do not know what to do. Do I continue taking it for another 2 weeks to see what happens or should I just drop it? Semi-urgent, quick replies would be appreciated.


So I wrote a poem

02 October 2015 - 08:56 PM

Do you guys like it? 

 

my hands are liquid
dripping down onto
the ends of my shirt

and my eyes are
obscured by a glass veil
fastened tightly to my face
with a pair of screws

and my feet
don't touch the ground
when i walk

but

they force me to carry weights
and strain myself to see
and walk a thousand miles a day
for they do not understand how

difficult 
it 
is.

inside i am screaming
for the kind of burning pain
that would make me feel
alive/but the anesthetics are too strong

wake up
    wake up
         wake up.

the diagnosis
is a sickness of the soul
scribbled into the back of my journal

but the doctors said

[there is no such thing]

gave me pills for my mind
and then left before i could tell them

i can't control my body
well enough to 
swallow.

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