I haven't made a thread in such a long time. partly because I feel like I can only post a thread in this section if I am currently suffering from DP/DR, which luckily I am not anymore. Partly bc I was doing better but now I am bad again. So this thread is about the horror life offered me after I thought it could not get any worse and I feel like I am alone with that. So if someone can relate please respond to this bc I feel like I am all alone with this.
I suffered from my first severe DR/DP episode two years ago and it was extremely traumatic, felt like a ****ing matrix movie. By the time it got better but I completely freaked out. I didn't even have panic attacks, it was something worse, like sheer horror or terror which I felt over weeks and two times I just fainted bc of that. I suffer horrible existential thoughts, reality is so complex and terrifies the hell out of me. I realised how my family of course is my family but basically we are all just strangers who share memories. I was afraid I might go psychotic but every doctor I saw told me i am not at all psychotic, which is the only good thing.
The DR/DP went away after almost two years but it ruined my whole life.
Two years I suffer from all this crap that DR/Dp and its aftermath brought me. I am severly depressed by it. I try to have a normal life but it is just not the same. I was in psychiatry two times but I just completely freaked out there. They all told me they don't know what is wrong with me and sometimes, most of the time acctually, I don't even know what is wrong with me myself. I lost my University (which I had to quit due to my symptoms), I am terrified of going crazy but even more terrified that I do not match an official diagnosis. What if noone can help me out of this mental hell? I am often suicidal bc of all that happened. I started therapy a few weeks ago and I like my therapist a lot. I was doing so well and started to find my way back into life but after my last session I got really bad again. My reality perception is intact but I am in this altered existential state again. I cry most of the day, which is rare bc most of the time I don't even feel a thing anymore. I am just so freaked out by my own bad mental health state and also so completely desperate that I will never overcome this and have to end it all.
I don't even know if it makes any sense to post this thread, I am probably really the only person who feels like this. But anyway, if anyone can relate or whatever - here you go.