Sometimes dissociating is soft, like hovering weightless above the ground. Everything is peaceful, I’m just kind of– there. I can no longer feel my feet, joints, headache and hunger I was just complaining about 5 mins ago, and even if I could, it wouldn’t matter. My anxiety and stress melts and trickles a mile away. There is a soft glow around everything I happen to see and feel.
Other times, dissociating is like trying to walk through waist high mud and a thick fog. I try so hard to concentrate and focus but it doesn’t seem to get me anywhere. Everything is setting off alarms in my mind. I can’t articulate what I’m feeling or thinking, it’s all just a swarm of gray somethingness with tints of anxious yellow. I’m trapped somewhere in my skull or on the moon and I can’t get close enough to make sense of anything.
In my experience
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