It's funny to me how much people will never know about me. Or how much they don't care about.
I'll dissociate while talking, while walking, while anything. I'll dissociate and only remember to sit down, becoming overly aware of the fact I don't know what's going on around me.
I also think it's funny how people can pretend to have something wrong with them while a person who actually has to deal with it everyday is having to hear another one of their stories.
I'm a depressed, anxiety-ridden, recovering insomniac and there's never going back. There's no, "Oh I don't feel like this anymore." It's a part of me and there's no take backs.
