You want to know what's wrong with you and what you are doing wrong?
Your first mistake is thinking that you have something called DP/DR. Oh, I know it's been "classified" and all; that's just for PR, believe me. Anyone who is truly aware of mental health issues knows that DP/DR is just an excuse for avoiding the REAL problem.
What is the REAL problem?
It's different for you than it is for me.
But you don't "have" DP/DR. Yes, you have the symptoms you describe, but that's not what you have. You "have" a serious, unresolved problem that your MIND and your BODY will not let you pretend does not exist.
In a sense, it's a good sign that your mind and your body got together and conspired to act jointly on you, because you are DENSE and you are ACTING STUPIDLY.
You are USING your symptoms as a way to avoid facing whatever it is that you are running from.
If you do not face what is REALLY bothering you, you have a good chance of going off the deep end. If you can "live" with your symptoms without getting medical help in the form of antidepressants, you are just building a defensive edifice that one day will crumble and reveal even more serious physical symptoms, some of which may indeed put you over the edge. It may be too late then to ever contact your mind.
Get help, you guys! Try antidepressants. What have you got to lose? Nothing. If they don't remove your symptoms, then you may have a psychological problem only -- but you still need professional help.
To me it is just stupid to try to deal with illness without consulting professionals who can help you.
If you continue to refuse treatment, you are not "on the verge" of going crazy -- you are already quite NUTS.
I am being deliberately provocative. I think all of you are funny, smart, and good-natured people. I *care* about you. This is why I write.
I wish someone had said to me what I have said to you when *I* STUPIDLY REFUSED TO TRY ANTIDEPRESSANTS. (Yes, indeedy, I am shouting.)
After starting antidepressants in 1993, I went back to school and got my master's degree and began a great career (I'm a technical editor and writer). I got my life back. No, it's not perfect, but evidently I have a physical illness that made it FEEL much worse.
Please, I love you all, please, please, please, please, please......go to a doctor and tell him or her how you feel, get checked, and if nothing's wrong, get a referral to a psychiatrist, tell him or her how you feel, get his or her diagnosis, and if he or she recommends antidepressants, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE try them.