Spiderallis
Diamond Member
Wasn't sure if this would be dissociation or depression, sorry if I'm calling it the wrong thing.
I don't feel like a real person. It's more like I'm some character, still in the comic book even though I know there's depth beyond the pixels... Have I ever been real? It's like being two dimensional, and the gap to occupying that third dimension seems far. Like my muscles atrophied and made it difficult to reach across that divide. I feel blank, like I just reflect what's around me and there's nothing to the 'me' inside.
Whether that makes any sense I'm not sure- if it helps to clarify I've got the unofficial C type of PTSD.
I don't feel like a real person. It's more like I'm some character, still in the comic book even though I know there's depth beyond the pixels... Have I ever been real? It's like being two dimensional, and the gap to occupying that third dimension seems far. Like my muscles atrophied and made it difficult to reach across that divide. I feel blank, like I just reflect what's around me and there's nothing to the 'me' inside.
Whether that makes any sense I'm not sure- if it helps to clarify I've got the unofficial C type of PTSD.