Raziaar
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I've been noticing that a trend has been happening for me. For as long as I can remember really during the past year, I have been experiencing pretty severe sensations that my perception of reality is distorted.
Throughout the day, I'll have a sound head on, but when I'm preparing for bed and even in bed trying to get to sleep(but not yet having drifted)... my mind starts to wander and I begin having these bizarre feelings that I don't feel real. I don't feel like anything around me is real. Everything is a game, a false reality. If I were to die, it'd not be a real and permanent death.
Shortly after, I get the exact opposite. I feel the overwhelming realization of my own mortality. That this is my one life to live, and how fragile of a life it is. That it can be snuffed out in an instant, possibly even without my knowledge. It is at this moment that I have an oppressive fear of dying, even though in reality I am in no danger of death. I worry about a burglar breaking in and ending this life of mine, and perhaps even that of my family.
It's bizarre really, and cycles back and forth, often in the span of the half hour it takes before I fall asleep.
Truly disconcerting!
It was especially bad tonight that I had to get up out of bed and avoid sleep, even though I technically should be in bed resting since I have a horrible headache and a case of strep throat.
Throughout the day, I'll have a sound head on, but when I'm preparing for bed and even in bed trying to get to sleep(but not yet having drifted)... my mind starts to wander and I begin having these bizarre feelings that I don't feel real. I don't feel like anything around me is real. Everything is a game, a false reality. If I were to die, it'd not be a real and permanent death.
Shortly after, I get the exact opposite. I feel the overwhelming realization of my own mortality. That this is my one life to live, and how fragile of a life it is. That it can be snuffed out in an instant, possibly even without my knowledge. It is at this moment that I have an oppressive fear of dying, even though in reality I am in no danger of death. I worry about a burglar breaking in and ending this life of mine, and perhaps even that of my family.
It's bizarre really, and cycles back and forth, often in the span of the half hour it takes before I fall asleep.
Truly disconcerting!
It was especially bad tonight that I had to get up out of bed and avoid sleep, even though I technically should be in bed resting since I have a horrible headache and a case of strep throat.