i’m so deep in my head nothing is real. i walk past people and most of the time im genuinely convinced they’re not actually there n if i was to just deck one of them in the face my fist would fly straight through their head and they’d keep walking like nothing happened (i promise i won’t actually punch a poor bystander on my way home from work) i’m convinced if i touch a brick wall my hand will just disappear through it. nothing and no one is fucking real anymore and i can’t take it what is happening every one has wires behind their eyes and every building is just for show how the fuck do i get out of this
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You’ve got to find touch points with reality, things that are already familiar. I don’t know how far over the brink you are, but cogent enough to know that it is unreality so not entirely in unreality.
I had a breakdown in 2017 and since then I started teaching myself what unreality looked like, and how to pull back. Anchor points, points of reality that can’t be moved is the best I’ve got. Stay away from stimulants.
I’m lucky to have a meditation space which is one giant anchor point, my backyard has a big tree, and I can stare at that tree. I also have some things I can kick, those help. Weights to lift, that can help.
If things got really bad I’d get on my bike and take off, about 20 miles north there’s a quiet clearing in the woods. Getting there alone grounds me hard.
Oh! Pacing helps.