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Hello there. How are you?
I haven't posted in this blog for almost a month and I thought I'd update you on my current state of mind.

I've done my first month at university now, and everything's starting to get a bit more serious. More and more workloads coming my way, I had to buy books for hundreds of Euros, I mean.. one of them was 60€! (That's about $75) but apart from my finances, I've adapted well. I've founda few people who I hang out with at uni, not really any great friendships yet, but it's only been a month. Who knows what is to come.

I don't think I'm cured of DP yet though. I notice it every now and again, I feel vague or distant in some classes, or on my way to uni. I'm fine at home or with my friends, I mean.. compared to how I was when this all started out I'm a million times better. Back then I was too scared of leaving the house. I couldn't drink a drop of alcohol because it made me feel dizzy and drunk immediately. I was tired all the time to the point that I didn't even play video games anymore, something I'm usually never too lazy for.
But now I'm almost as I was before, and yet something has changed. I think before I can live completely normally again it will take quite some time. I still get days where I feel really out of it and life just seems so strange, but they're the exception now, thankfully.

As for my general anxiety and hypochondria, well.. right now I have some aches in my general chest area aswell as a light cough that's been there for a few months. Even though I've been to my GP since this cough started and this pain is probably just muscular from lying in an awkward position at night (I woke up with it on Thursday morning), I'm convinced I have lung cancer. I'm not at all in the age-group and I'm not a heavy smoker (Although I do smoke, around a pack a week, so around 2 a day, sometimes more sometimes lesss), but I mean... you don't even need to be a smoker to get it, if you're really unlucky it can just appear out of nowhere, so anything's possible. But yeah, so I'm going to the doctor on Thursday, just to be safe. Chances are it's something harmless, but I don't want to risk it.

Apart from that, it's going great. I'm still a bit of a mess, but it's slowly clearing up. I'll update you in another month.


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Wendy

Nov 13 2014 06:24 PM

Good luck with your doctor and uni.
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I'm glad you're doing great, dude, keep it up!



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benman19

Nov 13 2014 09:48 PM

Oh, I went to the doctor today and he diagnosed me with Cervical Spine Syndrome. So I'm going to have to have physiotherapy. But apparently that syndrome can also cause DP or at least some DP symptoms. So I wonder if physiotherapy will improve my DP, too.

Thanks for the comment, Solomon. Hope you're doing well, too
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D'annie

Jan 10 2015 12:16 AM

Thought I would share with you:

I wake up in the morning and I thank god that I have the gift of another day.

Life as I know it: my kids, my sisters, my mom, my students, my clients,

the things that makes me laugh, the things that makes me cry.

Life as I know it- is a series of events that I am accustom to,

I respond to, I partake in

and fulfill the expectations of.

Life is a series of responses that I give.

I smile, I laugh I respond to things that I am suppose to respond to;

if I don't people may thing I'm crazy.

Maybe I am crazy;

crazy to believe that I can keep lying to myself and everyone around me.

Crazy to believe that no one will ever know the truth, no one but me.

I have depersonalization.

According to the encyclopedia of the this century Wikipedia " depersonalization "is an anomaly of self-awareness. It consists of a feeling of watching oneself act, while having no control over a situation; Subjects feel they have changed, and the world has become vague, dreamlike, less real, or lacking in significance; It can be a disturbing experience, since many feel that, indeed, they are living in a "dream" ( WIKIPEDIA, 2012).

This is my life on a day to day basis; a vicious cycle of pretense

pretense of presence

of which no one knows the difference.

I suppose I should be grateful now that I have something to call myself besides crazy;

after all trying to explain that your entire existence feels like a permanent state of non existence

is not something you say when you have two masters degrees

and is considered to be very intelligent, insightful and profound

by colleagues and friends.

There simply is not enough room for truth,

so I continue to live the lie.

I exist

but I don't,

I am-

but I'm not,

I am the truth

but I am also a lie

now whatever you think you now about me,

let me assure you it cant be true

I still am trying to put the pieces together

to know me.

I am a robot existing in a state of autonomy

with dejavu

clairvoyance

lucid dreams

and sometimes even premonitions

but so what?

I am simply random.

Am I the only one?

is this a case of the emperor's new clothes

except I am the only one who realizes that I am naked?

I lie to myself,

I lie to my children, I Iie to those who think they know me

and those who think I know me.

If I could tell my truth

it would be:

I am merely a reflection of who you want me to be,

a reflection of who you see or assume that I am

because the real me is outside this body.

The real me is looking at what you see

wishing that I could see a true reflection.

Instead I am still left to wonder

who is that looking back at me in the mirror?

We share a body but not a space.

I don't identify with what looks back at me,

I don't feel her skin as my skin

or her eyes as my eyes

I see someone that looks at me

wondering who I am

when I search for my reflection.

wake up in the morning and I thank god that I have the gift of another day.

Life as I know it: my kids, my sisters, my mom, my students, my clients,

the things that makes me laugh, the things that makes me cry.

Life as I know it- is a series of events that I am accustom to,

I respond to, I partake in

and fulfill the expectations of.

Life is a series of responses that I give.

I smile, I laugh I respond to things that I am suppose to respond to;

if I don't people may thing I'm crazy.

Maybe I am crazy;

crazy to believe that I can keep lying to myself and everyone around me.

Crazy to believe that no one will ever know the truth, no one but me.

I have depersonalization.

According to the encyclopedia of the this century Wikipedia " depersonalization "is an anomaly of self-awareness. It consists of a feeling of watching oneself act, while having no control over a situation; Subjects feel they have changed, and the world has become vague, dreamlike, less real, or lacking in significance; It can be a disturbing experience, since many feel that, indeed, they are living in a "dream" ( WIKIPEDIA, 2012).

This is my life on a day to day basis; a vicious cycle of pretense

pretense of presence

of which no one knows the difference.

I suppose I should be grateful now that I have something to call myself besides crazy;

after all trying to explain that your entire existence feels like a permanent state of non existence

is not something you say when you have two masters degrees

and is considered to be very intelligent, insightful and profound

by colleagues and friends.

There simply is not enough room for truth,

so I continue to live the lie.

I exist

but I don't,

I am-

but I'm not,

I am the truth

but I am also a lie

now whatever you think you now about me,

let me assure you it cant be true

I still am trying to put the pieces together

to know me.

I am a robot existing in a state of autonomy

with dejavu

clairvoyance

lucid dreams

and sometimes even premonitions

but so what?

I am simply random.

Am I the only one?

is this a case of the emperor's new clothes

except I am the only one who realizes that I am naked?

I lie to myself,

I lie to my children, I Iie to those who think they know me

and those who think I know me.

If I could tell my truth

it would be:

I am merely a reflection of who you want me to be,

a reflection of who you see or assume that I am

because the real me is outside this body.

The real me is looking at what you see

wishing that I could see a true reflection.

Instead I am still left to wonder

who is that looking back at me in the mirror?

We share a body but not a space.

I don't identify with what looks back at me,

I don't feel her skin as my skin

or her eyes as my eyes

I see someone that looks at me

wondering who I am

when I search for my reflection.

 

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