But I know there's something wrong with me. For starters, I'm obsessed with coming up with a name for what's wrong with me.
I'm a hypochondriac. I'm always convinced I've contracted something.
I've gone through a couple pretty severe bouts of depression. Over the winter break, I would inexplicably start ruminating on thoughts so heavily that I'd escape reality altogether, curl up in a ball, and cry, kick, scream, hit my head on the wall. Often, as I calmed down, I'd cut myself. I don't know why I did it. I didn't really feel like I was actually doing it at all.
With the exception of my boyfriend, I seldom feel strong emotional attachments to anyone. Even though I love him more than I've ever loved anyone, I know that I could, if we broke up, "detach" myself. When I'm in social settings, I often feel like I'm a just puppeteer — I'm not really there, I'm just pulling the strings so I look like I'm "there."
I used to love public speaking. But a couple times, I've literally exited reality while delivering speeches. It's like I'm gone — checked out. I black most of the speech itself out...just on autopilot. Ironically, it's then that I do my best speaking.
Most of the time, I like to describe myself as feeling just a little deader than everyone around me. When I'm engaged in conversation, I get the sense that I'm calculating everything...that I'm first measuring out every little thing I do, then doing it. I'm always one step away from being invested in any situation.
When I'm in intimidating situations, to get rid of my extreme anxiety, I can consciously "switch modes"...it's like I flip a switch in my brain and, since I feel like a puppet, I just choose to act differently.
I have an extremely poorly formed sense of identity and self.
I have a high threshold for pain. I often describe it like this: I just pretend the hot plate burning me isn't there. Once, I burned myself (2nd degree) carrying a hot plate to a table at the restaurant where I worked. It hurt...but not like it should have.
Sometimes, in crowds and malls, everything around me turns into an overwhelming blur, and I coast through them, confused...
Could depersonalization disorder be my problem?
