i think it started with me losing my hair and then progressed to every other aspect of my life, not knowing why i exist or if my self awareness is an illusion that will one day cease to happen with no knowledge or memory that this thing that i call "I" was ever self aware, or if everything is a dream or if i am even real, and a constant worry that i am going mad telling myself that i am not going crazy and feelings that everything is an illusion. hair loss probably kick-started this mental illness of mine and my idea is that if i can get back to nw0 then the trauma in my mind will go away, but i can't be sure that is how it will turn out.
I suffer with quite severe derealisation, until the point that there is no point on living because I can’t understand what living is anymore. It’s one of the most horrible feelings... When I wake up in the morning, I look outside my window feeling lost and confused; throughout the day, it’s a sensation that I’m a soul inside of a shell.
I obssesed a long time with deep thoughts, escapism, and particularly negative thoughts I spent too much time feeding.
This world is full of illusions and tricks. That is the nature of this world. Nothing is what it seems, at least not completely. I questioned many times if life is some dreams world dream. Other humans are not real, they have extremely twisted, altered identity of thier true nature. like the same ray of light looks different depending on the medium it passes through. I believe every soul has multiple pontential personalities.
when I was a kid, teachers noticed I was always in a daze, disconnected from outside reality. I was diagnosed with ADD as a teenager but I refused to take medicine. I don't really believe in it.
Being raised in a very religious family mentally stunted me and being from a small Southern town which worships Trump and has a church on every corner. I did not support gay and trans people. It wasn't until 19 that I lost my religion and I could begin to think my own thoughts without restriction and explore my "shadow self". By that time I was going bald, I tried hard to not care.
I hated life and hated humans.
It helps to find an outlet.. try it. For me, I became dedicated to my artwork.. In a weird way, I became grateful for subjective suffering because it was a fuel for better art. I think that expression is more important than happiness. Through artistic trance and focus, I could see what myself was trying to tell myself.
I feel like my life, my current life only recently began because religion stole my childhood and hairloss ripped a hole in my young adulthood.. I yearn deeply to relive it and redo it. I'm f*****g 28, almost 29 now.. I feel like a little kid.
You two are young and have time and much to live for. Take Hrt, go skydiving, learn a instrument, travel.
but get enough sleep.. never do shift work