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Before i explain my story. It is important to note that Ive actually experienced dp/dr (mainly dr) episodes since I was 7. But they lasted for only minutes to hours at a time, and grew increasingly more infrequent over time to where I could go several months without experiencing them. That is until now.
THE TRIGGER
Im a 16 year old male who developed constant dp/dr six weeks ago. It started with a short depressive episode. All the stress and worry I had for the upcoming school year seemed to slowly accumulate until I eventually fell into a depressive episode that started during the first week of school.I went to talk to my mom about what Was going on. I guess me verbally admitting that there was something wrong with me made me extremely anxious, thus a panic attack induced. This was the most horrible feeling ive ever experienced in my life. Aside from the intense anxiety, my mom suddenly seemed extremely alien to me. It was as if she had died and someone else possessed her body. I thought the only way out of this feeling was to die. Ofcourse,It eventually subsided.
AFTERMATH
At this point, I wasn't exactly sure if the dp/dr went away. I was too focused on the fact of me being depressed. Oddly enough, I found myself subconsciously not wanting to look at my mom in fear that the sensation would happen again. Looking back, I dont think it went away after I first experienced it from the panic attack. But having dealt with dp/dr before, I wasnt too concerned with it and thus the feelings and thoughts of my depression usurped my awareness of it. On sunday I began to feel alot better. The depressive had acutely subsided dramatically. No idea why. But once the depression left. I slowly started to become more aware of the dp/dr. Not being too worried or bothered by it, it sort of came in waves of awareness, it was extremely mild. I woke up the next morning for school still feeling it. I was still not worried. I told myself that all I had to do was engage and interact with the world and it would eventually fade away within the day. Spoiler alert: it didnt. The feeling could subside for several minutes at a time, but it would eventually come back. My anxiety and depression finally catalyzed when I read online that dp/dr could actually be a chronic disorder. And according to Wikipedia, only 1 out of 3 cases are episodic. I didnt go to school the next day. The depression immediately came back accompanied with moderate anxiety. I felt extremely suicidal. I thought I wouldn't make it through the winter without killing myself before then. The following weekend I discovered the abundance of recovery stories that exist online. This gave me the greatest sense of hope ive ever felt, I almost started to tear up with how many stories there were, and how applicable they were to me. As im writing this, I cant help but find it hilarious on how spiratic my emotions were during this time. This made the following week very easy to cope with it. I had an underlying sense of hope and motivation that I could come out of it. I was able to distract myself and not think about it for hours at a time. In a sense, I was pretty much back to normal emotionally. However, later that same week I woke up feeling a greater sense of detachment from myself. Normally I would have to look at my limbs or my reflection to feel a sense of disconnection. But now i just constantly felt it.
THE PROGRESSION
Weirldy, it seemed that the dp/dr would get worse in intervals. Despite me contuining to live life, socialize, practice my hobbies, and genuinely enjoy things, and also see a therapist, every third or fourth day it got much worse to where I couldnt manage it. But the following day I could function as a combination of me becoming rapidly used to the increased intensity of the sensation and it also being slightly less intense than the previous day. There were still days where I could say it got better, but overall it was going downhill. The Depersonalization seemed to progress faster than the derealization.
FREEFALL
About a week ago it started it exponentially get worse. It started with derealization. I woke up on Saturday feeling incredibly derealized. Its hard to describe, but it was a lot worse than before. Things that normally relieved me didnt alleviate the symptoms as much. Going for a run only helped a little. I felt very depressed and unmotivated. The difference now is that it didnt get worse in intervals, every day it gradually got worse. The following school week was very difficult. It was hard to be genuine when socializing, and I couldn't pay attention in class if my life depended on it. Each day I found that moments of genuine happiness and presence (however present one can even be in this state) started to decrease in frequency. It feels like now that every next moment is infinitely disconnected from the previous one. Immediately after an event occurs it didnt make sense in my mind that it actually happened. I remember i was reading one story of a person describing that they felt like they're consciousness was constantly being reborn. This is a pretty accurate description of how I feel. Things dont make a lot of sense anymore. Being a human doesn't really make sense. At this point my anxiety and depression have increased tremendously. I dont want to do anything out of fear and demotivation. Running makes it worse. My memory is extremely impaired, my mind itself is extremely impaired. Even acknowledging that this all caused by dp/dr doesnt really make sense. It almost seems like the disorder has a mind of its own. It seems the voice in my mind had been quieted. Its like a lost leverage over my thoughts.
I just would like someone to respond. Has anyone experienced dp/dr to this degree? Does it get better over time? Should I still run and excersize even If it makes it worse?
THE TRIGGER
Im a 16 year old male who developed constant dp/dr six weeks ago. It started with a short depressive episode. All the stress and worry I had for the upcoming school year seemed to slowly accumulate until I eventually fell into a depressive episode that started during the first week of school.I went to talk to my mom about what Was going on. I guess me verbally admitting that there was something wrong with me made me extremely anxious, thus a panic attack induced. This was the most horrible feeling ive ever experienced in my life. Aside from the intense anxiety, my mom suddenly seemed extremely alien to me. It was as if she had died and someone else possessed her body. I thought the only way out of this feeling was to die. Ofcourse,It eventually subsided.
AFTERMATH
At this point, I wasn't exactly sure if the dp/dr went away. I was too focused on the fact of me being depressed. Oddly enough, I found myself subconsciously not wanting to look at my mom in fear that the sensation would happen again. Looking back, I dont think it went away after I first experienced it from the panic attack. But having dealt with dp/dr before, I wasnt too concerned with it and thus the feelings and thoughts of my depression usurped my awareness of it. On sunday I began to feel alot better. The depressive had acutely subsided dramatically. No idea why. But once the depression left. I slowly started to become more aware of the dp/dr. Not being too worried or bothered by it, it sort of came in waves of awareness, it was extremely mild. I woke up the next morning for school still feeling it. I was still not worried. I told myself that all I had to do was engage and interact with the world and it would eventually fade away within the day. Spoiler alert: it didnt. The feeling could subside for several minutes at a time, but it would eventually come back. My anxiety and depression finally catalyzed when I read online that dp/dr could actually be a chronic disorder. And according to Wikipedia, only 1 out of 3 cases are episodic. I didnt go to school the next day. The depression immediately came back accompanied with moderate anxiety. I felt extremely suicidal. I thought I wouldn't make it through the winter without killing myself before then. The following weekend I discovered the abundance of recovery stories that exist online. This gave me the greatest sense of hope ive ever felt, I almost started to tear up with how many stories there were, and how applicable they were to me. As im writing this, I cant help but find it hilarious on how spiratic my emotions were during this time. This made the following week very easy to cope with it. I had an underlying sense of hope and motivation that I could come out of it. I was able to distract myself and not think about it for hours at a time. In a sense, I was pretty much back to normal emotionally. However, later that same week I woke up feeling a greater sense of detachment from myself. Normally I would have to look at my limbs or my reflection to feel a sense of disconnection. But now i just constantly felt it.
THE PROGRESSION
Weirldy, it seemed that the dp/dr would get worse in intervals. Despite me contuining to live life, socialize, practice my hobbies, and genuinely enjoy things, and also see a therapist, every third or fourth day it got much worse to where I couldnt manage it. But the following day I could function as a combination of me becoming rapidly used to the increased intensity of the sensation and it also being slightly less intense than the previous day. There were still days where I could say it got better, but overall it was going downhill. The Depersonalization seemed to progress faster than the derealization.
FREEFALL
About a week ago it started it exponentially get worse. It started with derealization. I woke up on Saturday feeling incredibly derealized. Its hard to describe, but it was a lot worse than before. Things that normally relieved me didnt alleviate the symptoms as much. Going for a run only helped a little. I felt very depressed and unmotivated. The difference now is that it didnt get worse in intervals, every day it gradually got worse. The following school week was very difficult. It was hard to be genuine when socializing, and I couldn't pay attention in class if my life depended on it. Each day I found that moments of genuine happiness and presence (however present one can even be in this state) started to decrease in frequency. It feels like now that every next moment is infinitely disconnected from the previous one. Immediately after an event occurs it didnt make sense in my mind that it actually happened. I remember i was reading one story of a person describing that they felt like they're consciousness was constantly being reborn. This is a pretty accurate description of how I feel. Things dont make a lot of sense anymore. Being a human doesn't really make sense. At this point my anxiety and depression have increased tremendously. I dont want to do anything out of fear and demotivation. Running makes it worse. My memory is extremely impaired, my mind itself is extremely impaired. Even acknowledging that this all caused by dp/dr doesnt really make sense. It almost seems like the disorder has a mind of its own. It seems the voice in my mind had been quieted. Its like a lost leverage over my thoughts.
I just would like someone to respond. Has anyone experienced dp/dr to this degree? Does it get better over time? Should I still run and excersize even If it makes it worse?