
CicisDoingUnwell
Too Much Work To Do.
- Aug 8, 2025
- 20
☆ ── ꒰
(𝑪 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒚𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈...)
""HEY! What the Hell Are You Doing?!" Someone yelled after me when I accidentally almost ran into a streetcar while dissociating. I flipped back to reality - still wasn't quite there but, definetly in a place to realise, that I could have gotten hit."
--- I have those experiences quite often, although not always to such an extent that I run into a packed street.
My body and mind don't exist on the same level. - Sometime my mind dosen't exist. Sometimes my Body doesn't exist.
I don't feel any physical pain. I don't feel any emotional pain.
Especially during a flashback phase, due to my PTSD, I feel extremely empty when I dissociate.
All the violence and neglect that has happened over the years is suddenly gone...
I feel nothing but... emptiness.
I have completely lost my identity over the years. I might know my name (even sometimes not even that), how old I am, where I live... but even these things, are very often just... gone.
There are moment where I can't find home, where I don't know what actually happend the last hours. Did I actually went to work, or... did I just... missed it?
I simply don't remeber. Anything. Blank spots.
☆ ──
𝑩𝒚𝒆; 𝑪! ꒱

""HEY! What the Hell Are You Doing?!" Someone yelled after me when I accidentally almost ran into a streetcar while dissociating. I flipped back to reality - still wasn't quite there but, definetly in a place to realise, that I could have gotten hit."
--- I have those experiences quite often, although not always to such an extent that I run into a packed street.
My body and mind don't exist on the same level. - Sometime my mind dosen't exist. Sometimes my Body doesn't exist.
I don't feel any physical pain. I don't feel any emotional pain.
Especially during a flashback phase, due to my PTSD, I feel extremely empty when I dissociate.
All the violence and neglect that has happened over the years is suddenly gone...
I feel nothing but... emptiness.
I have completely lost my identity over the years. I might know my name (even sometimes not even that), how old I am, where I live... but even these things, are very often just... gone.
There are moment where I can't find home, where I don't know what actually happend the last hours. Did I actually went to work, or... did I just... missed it?
I simply don't remeber. Anything. Blank spots.
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