my dp feeling has vanished, but I’m still left with the after math, I feel like I’m traumatized by it, like I’m terrified I’ll get it again, because I had it two other times, a year apart. I still get existential thoughts and my mind still can’t seem to understand it. my theory is that, my whole life, I’ve been oblivious to “life” and just kept going, not really questioning anything. but now, I can’t stop thinking about life... like it’s so weird... how I’m still alive... if that makes any sense... I just feel like in order for me to cope, I’m distracting my mind and that doesn’t sit right with me, it feels like I’m ignoring, something I shouldn’t... people say to not ignore it, but that’s even worse because nobody has the answers to these questions! I try not to be hard on myself and remind myself that nobody has a manual to “life”, nobody’s experienced at this. everyone’s fighting their own demons, but I really wish questioning life wasn’t my thing... 