I understand why I can’t be me bc of the things that happened to me. I wanted to disappear bc I was afraid or terrified so I did. I vanished. Now there’s this shell left of me trying just to get through another day with out feeling an ounce of myself. No face and no identity. While it may not kill me I am afraid i will just have to kill my self. It just doesn’t seem worth it and I am to afraid to associate with the things in my real life. So i just stay very dissociated. But it’s not helping me!!! Can anyone relate?