I don’t believe myself to be an eloquent enough writer yet to be able to put into words what it felt like reading this, but I’ll try. I’ve never seen someone else speak in such detail about the unique dissociative feelings that I’ve had for a very long time. the best way that I can think to describe this experience is like reading a letter written by my future self; someone who knows more than I do but is still trying to work through this struggle. I get it. thank you, stranger
ahhh. You brilliantly put your finger on all the feels I feel. Feeling disconnected has been my week as I read about the world and despair over all that is happening as I put one foot in front of the other and try to ACHIEVE.
Beautiful words 💜 I keep a list on my phone called Better Days…a list of small moments and acts which fill me with joy and positive energy…a list for the days when those things don’t happen so easily to remind myself that they will happen again, soon
just realized yesterday I've had Highly Functional Depression for the past 4 years. I thought it was just what was left of the original trauma, and that it would go away on its own. But it doesn't.
i felt very seen in this post.
scents do get you back into your body! Scents from my childhood, from before all of this, click me back into my body for just a second, but it's enough to keep going. Like a perfume an old teacher used to wear, pancakes and crepes with nutella oddly work just amazing.
but I'm scared to go look for those scents because I don't want them to become of my surreal little world and lose their grouding power
the "dropping the routine and just doing what makes you feel you" part is so basic but so hard to put into practice
I feel more seen and loved in these words than I’ve felt in weeks. I too have been holding onto small rituals. Stroking my son‘s face gently. Washing only my feet in the sink in sudsy water. Going outside in my nightgown to clip lilacs just before bed. Just as you say, they make me feel I own my own time again.
Been experiencing this emptiness for a long time and every time I felt this, I used a warm cup of coffee by the window with nothing, but air and my own thoughts, it's the small moments that matter indeed
This touched my heart and soul in ways I can not described. Trying to disconnect yourself from the world around you and feeling the warmth of your skin or the wind in your hair is otherwordly.
"You’re still here. You still get to feel. You still belong to this world."
I am trying to remember where I put my softness. Life has been hard for me this year and it feels like it's been test after test, lesson after lesson and I'm bone tired.
I'm getting emotional while reading this because you put words to an almost daily experience right now that typically leaves me feeling alone (and empty). Through sharing your experience, I'm reminded that many of us are feeling this way, and that there are ways through it.
I don’t believe myself to be an eloquent enough writer yet to be able to put into words what it felt like reading this, but I’ll try. I’ve never seen someone else speak in such detail about the unique dissociative feelings that I’ve had for a very long time. the best way that I can think to describe this experience is like reading a letter written by my future self; someone who knows more than I do but is still trying to work through this struggle. I get it. thank you, stranger
ahhh. You brilliantly put your finger on all the feels I feel. Feeling disconnected has been my week as I read about the world and despair over all that is happening as I put one foot in front of the other and try to ACHIEVE.
The smile this piece left on my face, it really is the smaller moments in life isn’t it?
Beautiful words 💜 I keep a list on my phone called Better Days…a list of small moments and acts which fill me with joy and positive energy…a list for the days when those things don’t happen so easily to remind myself that they will happen again, soon
Saving this to inspire and add to my own list of everyday touch points ❤️
just realized yesterday I've had Highly Functional Depression for the past 4 years. I thought it was just what was left of the original trauma, and that it would go away on its own. But it doesn't.
i felt very seen in this post.
scents do get you back into your body! Scents from my childhood, from before all of this, click me back into my body for just a second, but it's enough to keep going. Like a perfume an old teacher used to wear, pancakes and crepes with nutella oddly work just amazing.
but I'm scared to go look for those scents because I don't want them to become of my surreal little world and lose their grouding power
the "dropping the routine and just doing what makes you feel you" part is so basic but so hard to put into practice
thank you for your words stranger
I feel more seen and loved in these words than I’ve felt in weeks. I too have been holding onto small rituals. Stroking my son‘s face gently. Washing only my feet in the sink in sudsy water. Going outside in my nightgown to clip lilacs just before bed. Just as you say, they make me feel I own my own time again.
Getting back to me🫶🏾
Been experiencing this emptiness for a long time and every time I felt this, I used a warm cup of coffee by the window with nothing, but air and my own thoughts, it's the small moments that matter indeed
This touched my heart and soul in ways I can not described. Trying to disconnect yourself from the world around you and feeling the warmth of your skin or the wind in your hair is otherwordly.
This!
"You’re still here. You still get to feel. You still belong to this world."
I am trying to remember where I put my softness. Life has been hard for me this year and it feels like it's been test after test, lesson after lesson and I'm bone tired.
All of this post resonated with me! ♥️
I love the calm and clarity in your words. such a gentle text. calm photos aswell. Thank you ✨
I'm getting emotional while reading this because you put words to an almost daily experience right now that typically leaves me feeling alone (and empty). Through sharing your experience, I'm reminded that many of us are feeling this way, and that there are ways through it.
I think I get myself back after reading it
Let's just get back to ourselves guys!
Thanks to the writer for inspiring us!
Liked what you wrote. Pause is essential