I go on with my life. You will be surprise everything I do during the day. When dp/dr first started for me it knocked me the hell out. I couldn’t even open my eyes because everything around me looked fake. I slept all day, didn’t eat, and I couldn’t get out of bed for 2 weeks. My husband kept telling the kids I had a cold. At this point I had enough. I decided to get up and force myself to do everything for them and not let them see me suffer and that’s exactly what I been doing for 8 months. At first, it was horrific to get up from the bed and actually face the world when everything and everyone looked fake but I did with a smile and for months with no medication. But this hell came with massive anxiety and gave me depression so I needed something. After Zoloft didn’t work, and my shitty ass psychiatrist refuse to let me try something else, I went to my primary care and he gave me Effexor. And that has helped me a ton! Effexor and Xanax are the reason why I am no longer faking a smile. I have not recovered but let me tell you, once you nip the anxiety in the butt, this hell is wayyyyy more manageable. I get up every morning, make my kids their lunch,make them breakfast, get them ready for for school, drop them off, I run errands, come back home, start dinner early, pick them up, take them to their sports, come back home, homework, and so on. So don’t be afraid to go out there even if it feels like hell because it gets easier. You have to retrain the brain to be normal again.
