My earliest memories of DP start when I was about six or seven. That period in my childhood was somewhat difficult for me. My parents had just concluded their divorce and my mother was in the process of getting remarried to a man I had not yet even met. She had moved to an island in the Pacific to be with this man while I …
I'm really glad I found this site. I suddenly feel less alone.Anyway, I'm a 28 y/o female. Initially I sought treatment for cognitive difficulties, memory problems, an inability to focus and a general sense of fogginess. My psychiatrist diagnosed me with depression as well as ADD. He claimed that the "brain fog," as I call it, is attributed to the depression, which could be attributed …
Wow. Just found this site, and like most of the posts here I am amazed how well it describes what I have been feeling - in my case, since I was twelve. Now I'm 26 and have always just assumed that I felt 'existential angst' a bit more strongly than other people. So many of the descriptions here - hyperconsciousness, anxiety, inability to relax, preoccupation …
 In all honesty, it makes me physically ill to think about what I'm experiencing. This is my third major episode, and I feel like I'm burning and dying from the anxiety that this dissociative experience brings. I'll try to keep it short: my first episode was when I was 16. I remember it coming on very suddenly - one afternoon in the middle of winter when …
Story by "Maya" My name is Maya and I'm 16. I've never done drugs majorly, I've tried pot like at most 10 times, and I've never had a traumatic experience besides this 'new business'. About 5 weeks ago I had a panic attack. It was late and I got ready for bed like usual, but when I went to lie down I was suddenly overwhelmed with thoughts. …
I am told that when I was 3 I took a walk with my Grandmother around the block after a big rainstorm. She stopped and holding my hand we looked into a puddle. I said, "Gramma, I see my reflection".  I believe I had a sense of "self" then. But, when I was about 7 I was playing ballerina and spun myself around too much …
I am currently under a neurologists care. I too smoked pot one evening and have not been the same since.   I never told anyone I smoked pot.  When it happened I figured I figured I was having an anxiety attack while being high.  But I have not been the same for 6 weeks. I went to the doctor and told them I was feeling "detached" …
My earliest memories of DP start when I was about six or seven. That period in my childhood was somewhat difficult for me. My parents had just concluded their divorce and my mother was in the process of getting remarried to a man I had not yet even met. She had moved to an island in the Pacific to be with this man while I …
 In all honesty, it makes me physically ill to think about what I'm experiencing. This is my third major episode, and I feel like I'm burning and dying from the anxiety that this dissociative experience brings. I'll try to keep it short: my first episode was when I was 16. I remember it coming on very suddenly - one afternoon in the middle of winter when …
When I was 12, I smoked pot; did meth, drank pretty much, did whatever I could get a hold of drug and alcohol wise, then one night when I was 16, I smoked a joint and got this weird feeling in my head; I thought that my husband might have poisoned me. So I went and made myself throw up thinking that …
First let me say that I'm thrilled there is a forum for people with this disorder.  It helps so much knowing that it's NOT just in your head, that you're not alone. When I was about 14 I began asking myself "Who am I?" over and over to the point where I would panic because I felt "out of my body", so to speak.  Like someone …
I'd smoked pot since I was about 16. I had resisted for a long time, being a total control freak even at that age, but once I tried it I just had too much fun.  For a number of years I had no problems.  I simply enjoyed myself and suffered the typical paranoia of being regularly stoned.  At the age of 20 I broke down another resistance and decided to …

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