Judy2

...and dissociation isn't just another mental health symptom along with the array of other stuff i've got to discuss. it's a whole different dimension, it structurally impacts my view on everything else, it distorts the way space and thoughts flow.

dissociating again this morning. i feel dizzy, low blood pressure, mentally confused. my doctor doesn't seem to understand that i'm not just talking about emotions and thoughts, but that my entire state is different from what it usually is. i just don't feel sober anymore these days. i feel like i'm constantly tripping without having consumed any substances.

i just want to be loved, and have people who give me hugs and take care of me and who tell me i'm cute, and feel cute about myself yes, that primal. i just want to be happy and safe and feel good about myself. yesterday i wore one of my favourite dresses and felt good in it and received some compliments, too. today i wore my pale pink coat and it felt nice and elegant. and i'm doing my embroidery, acting like a fairy. only i'm a bit nuts while doing that.... but still, a woman at the café tonight told me i look like from out of a fairytale. my head's a bit too nerdy for that, it seems. i think i am good and cute and beautiful....and i just want to live that while feeling safe, and steady. God forbid, functional? but i'm still very much conflicted about "health". Gosh. feels better to be taken care of and loved and nurtured and cuddled and parented when i'm weak, and sick, and starving. when i feel as unstable as i do now....which is why i want my parents NOW... i'll have to figure that out in the days and weeks to come.

i'm scared and still very much confused

as unsafe and unstable as i am in any other part of the world, i'm just as unstable and unsafe here. i don't see any reason why, out of all places, i should choose this one to suddenly change my behaviour and change who i am. especially knowing that this is a temporary resort and they'll abandon me again after a few weeks, pretending like they care what happens after, when they are in fact utterly indifferent. that's why i dislike therapists. they pretend to care how i feel, but it's just because it's their job. they don't really care; it's all ingenuine. so, speaking of choosing "the right" place, out of all unstable places at my disposal ... to get vulnerable, get naked... then i might as well do it at my parents'.... that sounds a lot more spiritually sound, when i look at my entire life story and how significant it is that i have been avoiding that place for years. and it's weird but my entire system is screaming "i want my mommy! i want my daddy!"

i'm feeling a bit negative about the treatment team, too...because they pretend like they understand the scope of what i'm going through. they pretend like they comprehend the complexity of my situation....when in fact they don't.

i see nothing but instability wherever i turn my gaze absolute instability and nothing to hold onto this past week has had me feeling utterly ambivalent about the whole treatment situation here, and my perspective keeps hovering between doubt being part of the treatment experience, or a legitimate perception and what's gonna win over. i genuinely don't know which one it is. i keep thinking that i want to go home and visit my parents i haven't been home in 5 years, it's about time i don't know anything else, but i know that to be true.

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maybe i'm just weird and derealised....i don't know if this is good, or bad, or if this state is supposed to show me anything....if there's anything to see or discover here. or if i'm just acting super weird. ....i don't know. guess it doesn't matter.

and i'm not quite sure how this structural perceptive shift is supposed to relate to the contents (my mental health, psychological problems, emotions, thoughts, identity...), i.e. the most central issues in my life.

trying to ground myself again for now:) being grounded feels nice and steady, too, whenever i return to it.

i'm a little scared i might be losing my mind

but even the confused self has no choice but to be, it seems. to exist. maybe i am going crazy though.

maybe i'm just delirious, or confused.

it's just that this state is strangely addictive and maybe that's not as good as it seems, either. not sure. maybe i am just going crazy and losing myself.

i'm still scared

it's like the derealisation goes full circle and for the first time in ages, i'm fully here, fully real. do i lack grounding or am i grounded? not sure anymore. good to know it only took a BMI of 17 this time, not 10. in combination with some general lack of structure and stability in my life, so much so that there's nothing and nowhere to hold onto and i am dissolving. ....but the identity conflict remains, of having to figure out how to eat and everything.... that's a whole mess. there clearly is a lot of emotional instability, a lot of emotional patterns coming up (guilt for getting help, guilt for existing....) and the way i react to it all being brought to the surface is just a whole different level (like i said more existential than i believe to be intended for psychosomatic patients). intense emotions being stirred up explains the hypertension and the dissociative tendencies...but i mean it also means that i am responding to the therapeutic environment...i'm extremely responsive and open, it seems. which is good, right? just challenging, to work through aaaaalll those emotions. and i'm still scared, still struggling with having to choose health, and so on. if i choose health, maybe this state will leave me again. ....haven't fully wrapped my mind around it yet.

i am most definitely experiencing a rather extreme shift in perception right now...have been for the past couple of days. all of this is experienced as extremely existential...it all goes right to the core. i don't think this is what the average experience of a patient at a psychosomatic clinic is like...not even a healing and evolving patient, not even the ones where therapy proves effective. i don't think it goes to the core for most people the way it does for me right now. it's absolutelt trippy. i feel like i'm tripping. last time i felt this way was when i was 18. i don't think the other girls here nearly understand what's happening to me....they just think i'm struggling emotionally...they don't see the whole underlying perceptive shift, they probably don't even know such a thing is possible. they just talk about "borderline" and "hypertension"....which are incredibly weird concepts to talk about anyway. right now i'm feeling pretty neutral about this dissociative/derealised experience....more okay with it than in the beginning. i'm gonna go and speak with my doctor again later and see what she makes of it....see if she understands.

i feel as though it is a heavy, heavy burden that i am literally the only one who can give myself permission or "allow myself" to eat, to live, to get healthy, and to accept help i feel so guilty for asking for or accepting help...especially when people constantly say "be proud of yourself, others wouldn't manage to ask". this one doctor here mostly just makes me feel more guilty about it, even when i tell her i feel guilty.

when i am calm, this is almost meditative; very aware

"here" is so HERE that it's almost a form of entrapment

as dissociated, depersonalised, and derealised as i may be from time to time, in a sense i am also a lot more "here" than i was before. confronted with a lot of emotions that have been bottled up for years, and the hypertension they evoke is probably what's causing the dissociative episodes in the first place. at least that's how it was explained to me: that excessive tension (e.g. due to emotional overload and stress) can cause the body to dissociate in order to deal with all the stress and protect itself.

i'm just so tired of this constant, never-ending struggle ...so weary of the necessity to take responsibility for myself, of having to make decisions and having to know what's good for me...of having to figure out how to be wise and mature and intelligent. i'm so tired of trying, so burnt-out from this never-ending struggle. that sounds kind of bad, it's not supposed to sound that way.

even when i am not dissociated, the self that's there is clearly overwhelmed and exhausted. probably burnt out. clueless as to what's happening to me, or what i should do or where i should go. i just went for a walk and spontaneously sat on the ground to cry "because i miss my mum". i wonder what's going on with me, or what's on the other side of this.