I don’t usually write on instagram. I did now, so sharing it here. Really there’s so much more to say but instagram has a word limit. The posts I usually post and sunshine and sparkles, not really about me.

I really want to journal and get back to this place. So many of you here I think of often. I’d love to be able to.

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      1. Surviving is something to be proud of! *Hugs*
        I’m fine. Busy, complaining about good fortune and circumstances, struggling to feel grateful – the usual. Overall good.

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    1. 💕 where are you up to?
      What I described at the beginning is a much lesser form of dissociation and at the end even less.

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  4. sadly dissociation is more common than we know … it’s a coping mechanism when the going gets tough. Take your time and return when it’s comfortable, I miss you!

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  5. Your own experiences with disassociation resonate so, Eliza, largely because they also have buffeted me at times. Usually – always, actually – in response to trauma. Not just the sense, but the reality, that “this can’t be happening.”

    Kate classifies disassociation a “coping mechanism.” Most apt a description.

    Of course, for me, it’s rare and fleeting – occurring, maybe, once a year, and gone within the hour. I only can imagine enduring it on a much, much more persistent basis.

    There is hope, though, in you recognizing the phenomenon as being at odds with reality. Part of you wants to move past this, or at least to get it under control. That’s why you’re writing about it. It’s why you started this discussion.

    Good for you. This is why our species invented the internet, as a way for us all to call on our mutual resources.

    Well that, and to watch videos of some guy who thinks his dog knows how to play the piano.

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