So, I've lived in a sort of nebulous fog for a while now: I can think coherently enough, but I always have to return to the fact (and convince myself) that I'm the one thinking; I'm the one acting; I'm the one sensing. Ultimately, this produces a continuous internal monologue. What’s worse, my thoughts seem distant from themselves, contrived for the most part and often of a spectral quality. This feeling only exasperates in social situations -- I feel myself surrounded by phantoms in linen-flesh; but they communicate with me. That’s the horrible part: they can communicate. They know I’m there even when I don’t, as if they’re privy to some wicked charade. Basically, social situations reinforce the world’s unrealness. I’m much more comfortable being by myself where it’s easier to convince myself of the reality of things, or at least forget them. It’s impossible to forget around others.
I imagine this has to be akin to an animal consciousness. I’ve often thought that the only real distinction between animals and human beings is, fundamentally, a difference in levels of awareness (of the environment, self, etc.), and reason (which is commonly held to be the distinction), is a byproduct of that awareness. It seems that my awareness has been reduced to that of an animal -- every action seems more or less something of instinct, or routine. Things get done by themselves, and, like I said earlier, I have to stop and tell myself that I’m the one performing the action. I’ve been studying dd, and have found that some link it to anxiety disorders (and feel it more appropriate there, rather than the dissociative disorders); some to schizoid disorder (and the disconnect of emotion); some to cognitive failings (incompetent short term memory); some to trauma (where depersonalization is sort of like conversion disorder for self-awareness); some to funky toenails. In other words, no one knows a whole hell of a lot in terms of etiology, and so no “cure.”
I guess the point of this post was, first, to vent my thoughts to a white screen; second, confirm (although I understand you aren’t psychiatrists) whether what I’ve stated sounds like dd; and lastly, most importantly, ask for any advice on coping with this ubiquitous and pervasive hell.
Thank you for your time and thoughts.