@KolpSlack
I intentionally destroyed my episodic memory, with dissassociative hallucinogen. In order to escape trauma and anxiety. In lesser terms the drug made me feel good, and detached from my fears, I make it sound deliberate to skate around the fact i was a garden variety drug addict.
Now i look at my hands and in the mirror and it’s wierd. Humans look wierd now, life is weird now. So much of reality just does not click with my natural intuition. As humans we live with so many assumptions and filters. Few of us just experience bare reality, and marvel as the insanity that we’re falling apart, and we have to consume other life forms to live. Drinking water is weird. Life has no purpose that actually makes sense to the human mind, that’s why we make up religion.
I don’t know how i got here. I’m 30yo and it feels like I was born 8 years ago, my childhood is like some creepy TV show i saw a couple times.
I am diagnosed borderline personality dissorder. Signifigant overlap with dissassociative identity disorder. I wonder if the drugs did it. Better than being the sniveling coward I used to be, 10/10, would destroy my mind again.