Despairing, Depersonalising, Disappearing

As I lay on the sofa, consumed with despair at my ineptitude at dealing with the mental and emotional pain that is all that I am, I slip into depersonalisation. The ghost of the body and whatever it is that is my consciousness split even farther apart than usual: my lips tingle, I realise I… Continue reading Despairing, Depersonalising, Disappearing

The much-anticipated psych assessment

The psychologist was far too nice to me – that’s the main thing that I took away from the second part of the assessment! And she’s so nice that I even got up the courage to tell her that., to chuckles from both of us. We talked about lots of things in roundabout ways, as… Continue reading The much-anticipated psych assessment