For the larger part of my life, I've experienced symptoms of depersonalization/disassociation. It wasn't until I took a psychology in high school, when I realized what my teacher was talking about...well I felt that all the time. I didn't think much of it then. I've slowly been realizing these past few months that I have repressed memories from my childhood. It was horrible at first to accept it. To accept that I wasn't crazy, that my memories were real, and that I was still me.
I have the biggest problem with that...remembering who I am. Many times I have to stop myself from feeling like a shell. Like the movements I do are just automatic- robotic in a way. I start looking too much at people sometimes, for the longest time I was convinced I was seeing myself in others. By that I mean -literally myself. I'd forget what I looked like a lot. It's scary for me to admit that, makes me sound insane. I was convinced at times that two of my friends were just reflections of myself...I ended up spending a lot of time alone in my room then.
Gradually those feelings started to disappear. As did my motivation in college. I'm behind and I don't know how to come back. I get lost in my own thoughts. I end up succumbing to the loneliness further by not contacting anyone as much anymore. I spend hours on my computer...not really doing anything. Making connections with strangers.
And I wonder if any of it is worth it. I wonder if I should just take a break from school. I'm not doing so great after all. I feel like I'm failing at academics, relationships, and with myself. It's this trapped feeling, where I don't care anymore. I've lived with it for so long. This may come off as though I'm ranting...But really I just wanted to share my story. I've read a few posts on here that make me know I'm not alone in my feelings. I just want someone else to maybe feel that same connection I did.
Alas...I'll see how life goes. I'll take some advice from a comment I read saying to make the best of this "reality"...whatever it is. I don't know what that entails, but as far as I've seen- life has an interesting way of turning out.
Thanks for reading this.