Its definitely given me some sort of permanent brainfog, hindering my ability to ‘tap’ into my inner self to read or intuit thoughts so I have something to say. Sometimes I’m just super blank minded, most of the time I don’t have anything to say, even though in some social situations I’m desperately trying to come up with something still. It sucks. I know I have social anxiety, generalized anxiety, and OCD as well. But DP seems to suck the fun right out of me, sometimes I even try to fix it. Actually, all the time.
On a positive note, DP has made me immune to experiencing major sadness, though it’s kind of made me a rock that’s not in touch with my emotions, it still has made me stronger. The suffering has made me stronger. No, the suffering has made US stronger. I applaud every one of you for still trying to be a good person through this.
On a positive note, DP has made me immune to experiencing major sadness, though it’s kind of made me a rock that’s not in touch with my emotions, it still has made me stronger. The suffering has made me stronger. No, the suffering has made US stronger. I applaud every one of you for still trying to be a good person through this.