The Ego Death

After the first one, there is no other. I feel that depersonalization has taught me many life lessons. For example, I've become more sensitive to paintings & poetry. Word of advice: read Sylvia Plath. She had a degree of depersonalization so intense when I read her poem "Mirror" I get shivers down my spine.

Mirror by Sylvia Plath

I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions.
Whatever I see I swallow immediately
Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike.
I am not cruel, only truthful ‚
The eye of a little god, four-cornered.
Most of the time I meditate on the opposite wall.
It is pink, with speckles. I have looked at it so long
I think it is part of my heart. But it flickers.
Faces and darkness separate us over and over.

Now I am a lake. A woman bends over me,
Searching my reaches for what she really is.
Then she turns to those liars, the candles or the moon.
I see her back, and reflect it faithfully.
She rewards me with tears and an agitation of hands.
I am important to her. She comes and goes.
Each morning it is her face that replaces the darkness.
In me she has drowned a young girl, and in me an old woman
Rises toward her day after day, like a terrible fish.


Please deliberate a little more, I understand what you're saying but it's hard to add more to it. I've personally noticed I am never bored. I would seriously never describe myself as bored...just under or over stimulated. I find simple things like walking down my street beautiful, ect.