I can only pinpoint my life of DP to waking up at 21 and never being the same. I am highly functional, having achieved an MA and PhD, and I work as a professor, but I'm deeply unhappy. I've been to many, many psychiatrists, and it's only in the last year that one HAS known what I'm describing. My therapists are the same. My quality of life is completely unacceptable and I desire death almost every day but can't do it to the 2 family members in my life who seem to care. I never feel I did anything wrong to anyone but seem to be living out a cursed existence behind the looking glass. I have read everything I can, especially Janine Baker's book, and asked for aggressive treatment, to no avail. It's 17 years now, and I don't think it'll go away. There's been little relief and only temporary.
I read the stories, lots from people who have taking lots of recreational drugs. None of them seem to offer any real hope. I have a little of that, and the requisite abuse in my background. For the past 35 hours I've been housebound with migraine, completely alone in my unique weirdness, knowing there are others who feel this way but uncertain there's any point in going on to the point of hoping to feel better.
Has anyone managed to live through this? Called himself happy? Can anyone say "go on"?
I read the stories, lots from people who have taking lots of recreational drugs. None of them seem to offer any real hope. I have a little of that, and the requisite abuse in my background. For the past 35 hours I've been housebound with migraine, completely alone in my unique weirdness, knowing there are others who feel this way but uncertain there's any point in going on to the point of hoping to feel better.
Has anyone managed to live through this? Called himself happy? Can anyone say "go on"?