Hmmm, how do I get this one out.
Alright, I'm wondering when dp first hit you guys, did it go deeper and deeper as time went by? Because what happened to me was, when I was 16, I got my first panic attack, followed by the new life of DP. Every 2 months or so it would get slightly worse. I called them levels. I was going deeper and deeper into DP. This happened for over a year I guess. Ever since then (about 4 and a half years) it's been pretty steady. Always there, but the same.
Last month, for the first time in years, the DP entered a new, horrible horrible deep level. What I now consider to be chronic DP. I thought I've had it bad the last 4 years but that was absolutely nothing. This past month has been a living nightmare of DP. I don't hear my voice. I don't feel my family. I feel as though I'm a million miles from me.
I don't understand why I dissociated more after so long. All I can think of is last month I started experiencing what I thought were delusions. I thought, here we go, I'm FINALLY becoming psychotic. (my worst fear)
Thats the only conclusion I can think of. It's been anxiety ever since. Something I had control of with Luvox.
I'm rambling here. I don't know what else to say except that now I know what it's like to have chronic DP. and it's the scariest thing in the world. I can't imagine going deeper than this, and if I do... I seriously don't know.
Alright, I'm wondering when dp first hit you guys, did it go deeper and deeper as time went by? Because what happened to me was, when I was 16, I got my first panic attack, followed by the new life of DP. Every 2 months or so it would get slightly worse. I called them levels. I was going deeper and deeper into DP. This happened for over a year I guess. Ever since then (about 4 and a half years) it's been pretty steady. Always there, but the same.
Last month, for the first time in years, the DP entered a new, horrible horrible deep level. What I now consider to be chronic DP. I thought I've had it bad the last 4 years but that was absolutely nothing. This past month has been a living nightmare of DP. I don't hear my voice. I don't feel my family. I feel as though I'm a million miles from me.
I don't understand why I dissociated more after so long. All I can think of is last month I started experiencing what I thought were delusions. I thought, here we go, I'm FINALLY becoming psychotic. (my worst fear)
Thats the only conclusion I can think of. It's been anxiety ever since. Something I had control of with Luvox.
I'm rambling here. I don't know what else to say except that now I know what it's like to have chronic DP. and it's the scariest thing in the world. I can't imagine going deeper than this, and if I do... I seriously don't know.