I have felt something similar to what Janine described. I have felt a total disconnection between me being and my visual surroundings, as if there is no relationship whstsoever. I remember staring at a church tower, and it seeming to makes as much sense to say that it was me, as at did to say my body was me.
At times I felt sort of encarcerated within my visual surroundings, as if there was no real gap between me and other objects, as if I was drowning
in the world or something.
Horrible, horrible, horrible stuff. But thankfully that sort of stuff is behind me, and I'm mostly bothered by deep ruminations.
At times I felt sort of encarcerated within my visual surroundings, as if there was no real gap between me and other objects, as if I was drowning
in the world or something.
Horrible, horrible, horrible stuff. But thankfully that sort of stuff is behind me, and I'm mostly bothered by deep ruminations.
