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·For many, many years, I have been consumed with the thought of psychological death. Insanity. Certain I have been heading towards that inevitable conclusion. DP/DR, along with anxiety at a level most people couldn't deal with for 20 seconds, let alone all these years.........
Lately I have been forced to think about the other kind of death. Reminded, I guess, that at some point I will actually die.
Family history, cholesterol levels setting record highs, becoming older, Dreamer getting me started on cigarettes.......all of these things may finally be coming to roost as it were. Had some tests done yesterday, which led to more tests being scheduled. Maybe nothing will show up, but the fact is - I have been reminded. Reminded that one of these days the game will be up.
I do not think I am afraid to die. Not in the physical sense. What has me worried is the thought of dying like "this". DP'ed.
Maybe it's because I was raised Catholic, but for some reason I am utterly terrified that if I die while still DP'ed, I will spend the rest of eternity like this. Suspended between sane and not - forever.
In hell.
I have been thinking more and more about this as the testing on my heart continues. I am also remembering when the whole DP ride started for me. Shortly after I "died" (car accident, heart stopped for awhile, etc.)
I continue to become more DP'ed, wondering if there is a bottom at all to this plummet.
I can't help but think there is a clue here for me. That somehow I should be able to plainly see why I became DP in the first place.
I will in fact die one day. Is that what is causing me to be like this? The knowledge, rammed home by the car accident - that I do not have ultimate control? Did I put myself in such a precarious position, psychologically, to avoid facing the spector of physical death? Logically I understand that I do not have complete control over things and that I will die, make mistakes, etc. etc.
Yet somehow there is a part of me that refuses to accept that.
Is that why I am DP?
I wish I could stop thinking about death, psychological or otherwise.
Lately I have been forced to think about the other kind of death. Reminded, I guess, that at some point I will actually die.
Family history, cholesterol levels setting record highs, becoming older, Dreamer getting me started on cigarettes.......all of these things may finally be coming to roost as it were. Had some tests done yesterday, which led to more tests being scheduled. Maybe nothing will show up, but the fact is - I have been reminded. Reminded that one of these days the game will be up.
I do not think I am afraid to die. Not in the physical sense. What has me worried is the thought of dying like "this". DP'ed.
Maybe it's because I was raised Catholic, but for some reason I am utterly terrified that if I die while still DP'ed, I will spend the rest of eternity like this. Suspended between sane and not - forever.
In hell.
I have been thinking more and more about this as the testing on my heart continues. I am also remembering when the whole DP ride started for me. Shortly after I "died" (car accident, heart stopped for awhile, etc.)
I continue to become more DP'ed, wondering if there is a bottom at all to this plummet.
I can't help but think there is a clue here for me. That somehow I should be able to plainly see why I became DP in the first place.
I will in fact die one day. Is that what is causing me to be like this? The knowledge, rammed home by the car accident - that I do not have ultimate control? Did I put myself in such a precarious position, psychologically, to avoid facing the spector of physical death? Logically I understand that I do not have complete control over things and that I will die, make mistakes, etc. etc.
Yet somehow there is a part of me that refuses to accept that.
Is that why I am DP?
I wish I could stop thinking about death, psychological or otherwise.