Story by "Anonymous"


By accident I heard a radio program about DP the day before yesterday- I couldn't believe my ears when the symptoms were read out: everything they described, I could relate to. I felt at once scared and excited, finally this feeling I had experienced for so long had a name. I felt happy at the thought that I wasn't actually going mental, something I had feared silently for so long. I have always felt different somehow, as if I occupied a higher plain than everyone else around me. I have always felt acutely aware of my mortality, and frequently questioned the meaning of life, the universe and everything. Sometimes I found myself wishing to be just like everyone else, happily coasting along, seemingly without a care in the world. Now that I may have diagnosed myself, and am aware that I am not alone or losing my mind, I am going to look upon my DP as a positive thing. I will look at this heightened state of consciousness as a blessing and live each day to the full. Anxiety will not have a place in this new life I am making for myself, the negativity will not win. As someone once said, there is no try, only do or do not, and I'm going to do.


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