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Hey everyone,
I don't know where to start, I'm so sad and lost and scared and sooooo dissociated, but i'll see where this leads to.
I've been suffering from dp/dr, anxiety, hypochondria,... for quite a long time. It'll be always be a part of my life, a part of me I guess. Trough the years I've had ups and downs. 2013/2016 were the "best" years I've had dissociation wise. However in 2016 I've crashed so hard due to a serious breakup and other factors. My life fell apart. I was getting more anxiety and dissociation attacks, like really really bad and because of that I've been having fears to go outside cause I was always having bad dissociation attacks when I was outside and already then I was having such a hard time and kinda locked myself up inside. I couldn't get a hold on the world anymore, I couldn't imagine me travelling anymore, sitting in a car, it was all just a big trip. I couldn't relate myself with life anymore.
However,
In December 2019 I've decided to take baby steps outside and it was pure hell but I didn't give up. I've also noticed my hypochondria was getting worser, I was getting also more physical symptoms and I was more at the doctors office then somewhere else. In january 2020 I woke up with a pain in my left side of my body and I've decided to go to ER. ( biggest mistake ) When I was there everything felt so surreal. Had to take a CT scan and they gave me some kind of fluids for the scan and I was freaking out it would let me lose control, also under that machine I was so in panic... The results were ok, except a little UTI... It happened so fast and before I knew they were there for giving me meds and I was freaking out cause I've always been so afraid of taking meds and I was getting more dissociated and I was reading the side effects while they were giving me the meds... So I was freaking out and preparing myself already for a hell of a week. I know it may sound silly or weird but I've been always having that with meds... When I was able to leave, I've stepped in the car and I've felt like I was still there, was there for few hours and like my brain couldn't process anything and also with the fact that I was under control of the meds I was putting everything on it... Back home, everything was surreal. Like really bad. I've felt like I've left my soul at the hospital, I could feel everything still so vivid.. My room was so fake everything. And I've went trough a hell of dissociation of me processing all of this. Since then I'm just screwed... I've managed to settle myself and snap a bit back to myself for a few days and on monday this week I was in bed and I've started to disssociate really bad again. To the point that when it was daylight I had to close the curtains again cause everything is so fake. I'm only able to fall asleep really late in the morning. I need to take extra xanax. Everyone here feels so fake and far away, I feel like I have no connection with myself anymore either, nor with my loved ones, no one. I feel like the only thing I feel is pure dissociation and nothing from myself anymore. No identity, nothing,..I try to find a way to cope with the dissociation but it's just impossible... I get smashed every single day with high levels of dissociation that I'm basically only surviving right now and feeling that I'll lose control any time. I feel like nowhere is safe for me. I've tried to cry but it doesn't help cause I'm so far away. I'm scared for what comes the next day, it's so intense and I don't come to myself anymore... It's sooooo scary. It's like I'm stuck in a nightmare, feel so nauseous, so weird... I'm really really really scared... like really. I'm screaming for help. I can't snap back cause my identity is gone right now, it'll be still there, but for now it disappeared and it's so hard to deal with that if you don't feel anything of yourself anymore...
I don't know what to do anymore, I feel so scared and smashed and I'm scared of everything...
Anyone?
Thank you for taking your time to read.
I feel really braindead.
Much love.
I don't know where to start, I'm so sad and lost and scared and sooooo dissociated, but i'll see where this leads to.
I've been suffering from dp/dr, anxiety, hypochondria,... for quite a long time. It'll be always be a part of my life, a part of me I guess. Trough the years I've had ups and downs. 2013/2016 were the "best" years I've had dissociation wise. However in 2016 I've crashed so hard due to a serious breakup and other factors. My life fell apart. I was getting more anxiety and dissociation attacks, like really really bad and because of that I've been having fears to go outside cause I was always having bad dissociation attacks when I was outside and already then I was having such a hard time and kinda locked myself up inside. I couldn't get a hold on the world anymore, I couldn't imagine me travelling anymore, sitting in a car, it was all just a big trip. I couldn't relate myself with life anymore.
However,
In December 2019 I've decided to take baby steps outside and it was pure hell but I didn't give up. I've also noticed my hypochondria was getting worser, I was getting also more physical symptoms and I was more at the doctors office then somewhere else. In january 2020 I woke up with a pain in my left side of my body and I've decided to go to ER. ( biggest mistake ) When I was there everything felt so surreal. Had to take a CT scan and they gave me some kind of fluids for the scan and I was freaking out it would let me lose control, also under that machine I was so in panic... The results were ok, except a little UTI... It happened so fast and before I knew they were there for giving me meds and I was freaking out cause I've always been so afraid of taking meds and I was getting more dissociated and I was reading the side effects while they were giving me the meds... So I was freaking out and preparing myself already for a hell of a week. I know it may sound silly or weird but I've been always having that with meds... When I was able to leave, I've stepped in the car and I've felt like I was still there, was there for few hours and like my brain couldn't process anything and also with the fact that I was under control of the meds I was putting everything on it... Back home, everything was surreal. Like really bad. I've felt like I've left my soul at the hospital, I could feel everything still so vivid.. My room was so fake everything. And I've went trough a hell of dissociation of me processing all of this. Since then I'm just screwed... I've managed to settle myself and snap a bit back to myself for a few days and on monday this week I was in bed and I've started to disssociate really bad again. To the point that when it was daylight I had to close the curtains again cause everything is so fake. I'm only able to fall asleep really late in the morning. I need to take extra xanax. Everyone here feels so fake and far away, I feel like I have no connection with myself anymore either, nor with my loved ones, no one. I feel like the only thing I feel is pure dissociation and nothing from myself anymore. No identity, nothing,..I try to find a way to cope with the dissociation but it's just impossible... I get smashed every single day with high levels of dissociation that I'm basically only surviving right now and feeling that I'll lose control any time. I feel like nowhere is safe for me. I've tried to cry but it doesn't help cause I'm so far away. I'm scared for what comes the next day, it's so intense and I don't come to myself anymore... It's sooooo scary. It's like I'm stuck in a nightmare, feel so nauseous, so weird... I'm really really really scared... like really. I'm screaming for help. I can't snap back cause my identity is gone right now, it'll be still there, but for now it disappeared and it's so hard to deal with that if you don't feel anything of yourself anymore...
I don't know what to do anymore, I feel so scared and smashed and I'm scared of everything...
Anyone?
Thank you for taking your time to read.
I feel really braindead.
Much love.