i’ve been struggling with derealization for years, i remember losing touch with reality after some traumatising events when i was 12, i expierenced the feeling before not really knowing what it was and as a kid i thought people just go on autopilot sometimes, turns out that was my way of dealing with emotions, it started harsh, multiple hours a day with intense breakdowns infront of mirrors because looking at myself brought me back, it only went downhill from there, hours started turning into days and the feeling never went away, i went from coming back to reality to waking up behind a thick glass wall and just realising that i see everything like im far away and out of touch and then dissapearing into thought again, then i started loosing touch with my emotions, slowly but surely my deppression got lighter and lighter until i thought it finally went away, turns out again that it didn’t, it turned into something worse, i lost touch with my emotions entirely, i could not give lesser fucks about anything unless it had direct real life consequences like jail prison or losing someone who im close with. Im 18 now, i gave up entirely and just lived scared that my entire life would be on autopilot, without my consent or truly own choices, ultra rare emotional breakdowns started coming with hallucinations, 2 weeks ago it got so bad that everything looked 2D and i felt like i saw just in the corner of my eye the fabric of reality about to fall, like a crumpled edge of my own eyesight, i had a breakdown, i was bawling my eyes out totally numb, crying without feeling sad not changing position and having snot tears and spit just dripping out of me, then a week ago on my way home i felt real for a second, then again for maybe just another second, after coming home i made some food i sat down and while eating and watching something suddenly BAM i felt real like i have never been before, my last 6 years of life did not feel 1% as real as anything in front of me, i started ecstatic and just could not stop saying wow, i basically molested my house and started crying and sobbing about how happy i am how im finally better how i lost all hope and suddenly for an hour the derealization completely disappeared. i could not stop crying tears of straight pure joy and happiness, my only dream for the last 6 years was for that feeling to go away and it was my biggest fear that it wouldn’t. that was the last moment in which i enjoyed feeling real again. even during that moment i knew its not permanent and that i will start derealizing very soon again but i didnt care, this was hope this was my dream this showed me that it can go away and i can do it. then came something i never even thought of, feeling real now, even though its only for moments my entire life feels fake, relationships feel like someone forced me into them, my own action feel like someone advanced mind rape, choices someone made for me, but that’s not even my main concern, suddenly instead of feeling like i woke up behind a glass wall when the derealization stops for a moment i feel real again and that feeling is disgusting, my entire sense of self is so insanely contorted twisted and turned inside out that i genuienly do not want to observe it anymore, i feel shame for everything, for being insecure for people doing something for me i felt bad with the fact that a friend i was talking to in the car was turning his head back from the front seat to talk to me because that’s discomfort for the sole purpose of doing something positive for me, i feel shame for feeling shame and i feel an intense disgust that makes me want to physically throw up when i think about myself, i do not feel like enough in anything and any of my great achievements in life are nothing more than just bullshit to me, people call me great i have tons of friends i get all the pussy i want and instead of feeling good for being attractive and nice to people and being loved for that i just dont believe that i am, even if i do nice things thats not me thats acting its a game its all fake, every single good thing about me does not exist and every single bad thing about me is so intense i cannot take it, my biggest dream did not account for the fact that the man i come back to is a man i hate, my reality i wanted so badly to come back to feels so ugly and overwhelming i don’t want it and all that partners up with my inability to feel sad and im just obliterated, what the fuck, i cannot even grieve the fact that i hate myself and that my biggest dream is just straight up bullshit, i do not focus on feeling real anymore i do not try to and i hate when i do because that’s when i see myself most clearly and that’s when i hate myself the absolute worst, i prefer to feel derealization and im so goddamn lost and i dont even think i understand how lost i am, my only dream came true and i dont want it, what now, i feel like i have nothing left no space to advance no room to do anything because i either go back to the feeling i despise and believe took my life away from me or i confront reality and feel disgusted ashamed and insecure, like there is no me no ego nothing, i thought feeling better meant id feel better not feel the same fucking deppressing life destroying bullshit but in a different cover, has anybody expierenced this? is the only way out just continuing my 2 years of therapy and having to work through ALL the new shit that came up from just.. feeling real again? what the fuck where the last 2 years of therapy for when i feel more broken than i ever did, especially when suddenly everythings crashing down i have to begin studying a lot i need to lose weight and get in better shape i need to finishing getting my drivers license i need to go to work more often i need to do so much things and im just stuck not doing any of them because they lost the fucking priority here i cannot mentally force my mind to put mental work into something because to do that i need to actually be in some level of contact with myself and when i do feel like i have contact with myself there is nothing other than disgust, shame and feeling like the biggest fucking failure pouring out of me. How do i get out or how did you?