Dimitri K.
Bluelighter
Well anyways, I've had depersonalization and derealization through most of my day-to-day life for almost the last couple of years. It has made me change my entire outlook on life in just about every way possible way: spiritually, philosophically,the big picture. You may wonder why I am posting here. Mainly because I know that these experiences are often precipitated by drug use. In my case, it was definitely correlative but not causal by any means.
I have been a bit of a suppressed hypochondriac for most of my life. I have had this bump on my head that I was convinced was a brain tumor for many years. I was afraid to tell my parents, go to a doctor,or even research what else it could be. anything. I was living in my head too much; thinking there was a good chance I was not going to reach my 20th birthday. Cannabis to it's credit, did not like that I was doing this. God damn! This is where I started to develop some level of panic attacks and to experiment with drugs a bit; to a certain extent because I legitimately thought I was going to die and I might as well have some fun perception alterations before I do. This was still at a time when I was afraid of death obviously.
Anyways, finally I had a complete breakdown. Had what I would consider to be a two week or more continuous panic attack. I am convinced that my mind is still recovering from that experience. Slowly but surely. My ego was being torn away from me to a certain extent This was the beginning of the summer and I was home by myself for about a month. I literally laid in the corner of my room in the fetal position hugging my dog for hours and hours.It was the most intense experience of my life to this point by 1000 times.It was raw emotion. It could almost be described as a near death experience because I had completely convinced myself that it was one.
I was a nieve,frightened, and maybe most importantly, uninformed child.It took me weeks to get up the courage to even google my symptoms of this. I thought I had gone crazy (my Dad's sister had been thought of to be schizophrenic since about the same age. Very recently she has been diagnosed as bipolar and manic depressive); at the very least bipolar.
The thing is, I really can't call this experience a bad thing. In the last couple of years, I have made more positive changes than in the rest of my life combined. I'm no longer a dick to my parents when I see them. I no longer fear death to any degree, I aim to be a completely friendly presence bringing positive energy to anyone that I interact with. My mind has also been completely expanded to the Nth degree. I see things much more as they really are. I understand more of what I really want: to be happy and at ease with myself and to feel connections. I am in college and I"m doing fine but as I've told my parents, my mind is miles away. I follow what I enjoy doing. Reading about philosophy, consciousness, psychoactives, the material body, the soul, and the universe.
Anyways, life goes on and everything plays out exactly as it is supposed to
Please feel free to post any kind of responses that you would like. Questions, comments, your own experiences, etc. It is a very fascinating condition. I don't care what kind of psychedelic experience you've had. Nothing is life altering in quite the same way that this is. That is of course not to disparage psychedelics in any way shape or form. It's completely different and I shouldn't have made the juxtaposition.
I have been a bit of a suppressed hypochondriac for most of my life. I have had this bump on my head that I was convinced was a brain tumor for many years. I was afraid to tell my parents, go to a doctor,or even research what else it could be. anything. I was living in my head too much; thinking there was a good chance I was not going to reach my 20th birthday. Cannabis to it's credit, did not like that I was doing this. God damn! This is where I started to develop some level of panic attacks and to experiment with drugs a bit; to a certain extent because I legitimately thought I was going to die and I might as well have some fun perception alterations before I do. This was still at a time when I was afraid of death obviously.
Anyways, finally I had a complete breakdown. Had what I would consider to be a two week or more continuous panic attack. I am convinced that my mind is still recovering from that experience. Slowly but surely. My ego was being torn away from me to a certain extent This was the beginning of the summer and I was home by myself for about a month. I literally laid in the corner of my room in the fetal position hugging my dog for hours and hours.It was the most intense experience of my life to this point by 1000 times.It was raw emotion. It could almost be described as a near death experience because I had completely convinced myself that it was one.
I was a nieve,frightened, and maybe most importantly, uninformed child.It took me weeks to get up the courage to even google my symptoms of this. I thought I had gone crazy (my Dad's sister had been thought of to be schizophrenic since about the same age. Very recently she has been diagnosed as bipolar and manic depressive); at the very least bipolar.
The thing is, I really can't call this experience a bad thing. In the last couple of years, I have made more positive changes than in the rest of my life combined. I'm no longer a dick to my parents when I see them. I no longer fear death to any degree, I aim to be a completely friendly presence bringing positive energy to anyone that I interact with. My mind has also been completely expanded to the Nth degree. I see things much more as they really are. I understand more of what I really want: to be happy and at ease with myself and to feel connections. I am in college and I"m doing fine but as I've told my parents, my mind is miles away. I follow what I enjoy doing. Reading about philosophy, consciousness, psychoactives, the material body, the soul, and the universe.
Anyways, life goes on and everything plays out exactly as it is supposed to
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