I have no control over dissociative behavior, and I guess the stress caused by the anxiety flipped the switch. I started to feel dizzy, my vision became blurry, and it felt like I was glued to the car seat. What the hell do I do now?
Remember the last time you came off and ignored the signs? What happened? You crashed even harder and landed right back on these little peach poisons.
Having a mental illness of any kind creates niches of speech communities. All seem to share language that is hard to ignore, and sometimes gets in the way of treatment.
Floors washed, toilets scrubbed, counters dusted, furniture moved to get to the dust... Not only to vacuum, but to shammy off any spots or that weird layer of dust that lingers. We're talking a job that starts shortly after 8am and doesn't end until the whole place smells of chemical disinfectant.