#possible derealization

[disassociation-culture-is]

not sure how common this is, but dissociative culture after moving out of your parents' house, feeling like everything is a dream, and constantly being scared that one day you'll wake up and find yourself right back where you started

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[cloudxxiii]

teehee silly doodles of my persona dex ^w^

[commonwealthoccurences]

Light Like Knowing You

Request: “how about 22 and maccready (crosses fingers)”

Song: Secret Door by Evanescence

It’s dark. Sole has the inkling of a thought that maybe they should be confused by this, considering just how dark it is, but they don’t pause to think about it. Instead, they find themself picking through thick tangles of ivy that cover the ground and threaten to trip them at every turn. There’s a low mist hanging in the air, crisp and damp, stuck to their skin and somehow making them feel lighter.

They’re following a trail that they can’t identify by sight; it’s instinct, a path dotted by affection and heart just as much as it’s lined with tangled roots and fallen leaves. There’s coattails, just out of reach at every turn, a pale blue hat nearly indistinguishable through the fog. It’s not a panicked chase as they’d experienced in nightmares, more like a teasing, affectionate game as they weave through the forest, dodging trees. RJ’s laugh rings out, though slightly muffled, and Sole darts forward to try and catch up.

At the end of this winding trail there’s an archway; a door, made of worn stone, just as swallowed by the ivy as the rest of the mysterious location. RJ looks as carefree as ever, finally distinguishable in a fogless clearing, his lopsided grin having overtaken his face. He waves them forward, and then falls. He doesn’t step through the doorway. No, he falls readily, accepting his fate, as lighthearted as he was in the moments before. He falls with an outstretched hand, beckoning once again, and they find themselves content to follow him through.

The fall is like knowing, like safety and warmth and the reassurance that nothing could ever go wrong. There’s arms around them, strong and familiar and lenient in all the ways they remember them to be.

[disassociation-culture-is]

Disassociation culture is forgetting you exist or forgetting that you're alive

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[disassociation-culture-is]

Dissociation Culture is not trusting your own eyes

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[disassociation-culture-is]

Dissociation Culture is teaching yourself to stay present all day every day but your mental unhealthiness sometimes come back and you have weird anxiety attacks for no reason trying to make you go back to the world not feeling real anymore

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[disassociation-culture-is]

Dissociation culture is picking up the same object three separate times because you aren't sure if it's real

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[disassociation-culture-is]

Possible derealization and/or depersonalization is describing the feeling as using Google's Street View.

Everything's there. It has shadow and light, it's clearly 3D but it's also not. You can look around, get closer and farther but cannot recognize the movement as a whole. After the movement is made it makes you wonder when and why the movement was made in the first place.

/^\

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