Depersonalization and Derealization Teamed up to Drive me Insane

Guest Author: Craig

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I never wanted my family to lose me to violence nor the system.

More so, I didn’t want to lose myself.

During my adulthood, I’ve discovered an array of other ways to which I could be lost —I found myself engulfed by mental health — doing my best to remain sane. Prisoner of my mind, I️ served my sentence and write out sentences to make sense of this. It’s insanity.

If I’m not myself then whose body do I wear as a costume?

Depersonalization and Derealization, otherwise known as DP/DR worked as team to takeover my mind. While Depersonalization (DP) convinced me that I am not who I thought I was for the last 24 years of my existence, Derealization (DR) told me nothing I am experiencing is real. None of this actually exists.

Well damn, if I’m not myself then whose body do I wear as a costume? If none of this is real and it’s only pretend, then what is the purpose of me being here? Wait, I said “me.” I am unsure if me is me.

The detachment of self drives to through me lengths of anxiety that I’ve never felt before. Although DP/DR weighs in, my mind still anchors rational thoughts. Tug of war and tug of thoughts.

Tug of war and tug of thoughts.

Alcohol and marijuana usage had to cease, for these substances already detached me from a point of a view that’s altered — adding in my sickness with this duo only called for disaster. DP/DR became the revolver and all it took was these two substances to pull the trigger.

My friends, family and girlfriend were overall familiar with a multitude of mental health illnesses, but nothing like DP/DR. I found it my purpose to educate them on what DP/DR was.

In return, I discovered that they too have experienced at least one experience of DP/DR, as most humans do.  

I became distant from activities I enjoyed, friends I spoke to on a daily basis and I felt the shift in my personality, even if I externally appeared well. Well, my well-being didn’t feel like being here.

My health was in danger and I️ had to proceed with caution.

It drew me to a canvas of suicide and I couldn’t decide if being here was worth the effort any longer. What future could I have painted through that unfamiliar lens. Did it matter? I️ mean, this was all a dream anyway and maybe I’ll get to reality instead of treading chaotic rivers in a simulated manner.

Daily, my mind plagued me and I forcefully pledged my allegiance to the insane sickness. I felt numb and no longer knew what it was like to be happy or sad. It turned into a movie and I was not the director but I played a role that I️ never agreed upon in the first place.

My family didn’t lose me to violence or the system, but they did lose me—to myself. Imprisonment of self, yet detached from self. My health was in danger and I️ had to proceed with caution.



I’d never heard of DP/DR before, so had had to re-read this a few times to try and make some sense of it. I’m not sure I do understand, but perhaps that’s a typical response of someone who’s never experienced it. But thanks for telling it. It reminds us that mental illness is much more than just being depressed. Wishing you all the best, Craig.


DP/DR is extremely difficult and poorly understood. I had a nerve injury to my eye which made me unsure/sure that I was insane for nearly 3 years. I was scared to just be awake, any activity which required visual focus could make me feel so unreal and detached that I just wanted to die. I felt that I might as well be in a video game, alone and terrified. For me as my eye healed the symptoms gradually dissipated, but for a long time I now understand that they we’re extremely severe on any scale of DP/DR.

I’m not a doctor, but I have heard from others of visual problems leading to symptoms, and in my case DR caused extreme anxiety, rather than the other way around.

It’s not pleasant, it’s not fair, but it will dissipated. If I made it, you can too 😃 I had no great skill, but with perseverance I survived the greatest terror I can imagine, you can too.


I am actively going through DP/DR and it as so frightening! My anxiety is through the room.. I don’t feel like myself. Last night I got the overwhelming urge to commit suicide to make the thoughts stop. I already have bad anxiety and the use of marijuana has amplified it tremendously but I have a strong mind so im batting through it. The symptoms sway but the fear seems to be ever lasting. These comments had lead me to believe that the thoughts will cease but it seems like forever.

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