But instead of the body being paralyzed it’s the mind…
Imagine living in a physically functioning and “healthy” body but being so far lost in yourself that it feels like you’re either on auto pilot or invaded by a new host. This host is more like a child like version of yourself that is terribly afraid and unable to fully function in the version of your world that you are presently living in. A negative copy of self.
Well, I guess I’m just trying to put it into words and synonyms help.
I’m happy to be out, but the negligence of depression is quite evident and I’m just trying to pick up the pieces, dust off the old saddle and get back on the horse. I just can’t help but think I’m going to go hard and fast for a few amazing months and then 💥 the rug gets pulled from under my feet… yet another time. But hey, I’m trying to be tough without getting too calloused.
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