u/maxSofunny

I will speak to the point and only the fact that helped me. Over the past 4 days I have become much better and the turning point happened literally in a few hours (I think you can do the same). If it is difficult or scary for you to leave the house, you must understand that your condition is the same both on the street and at home, you do not have a safe zone that you could mentally create for yourself, but you will not understand this until you force yourself to go outside and be there. I tried many times to just walk or sit on a bench, but the condition did not change because my attention was focused only on my condition (eternal analysis and checking of myself and perception of the world). One night when I felt bad again, I just ran outside and started doing sports. Yes, this may sound stupid and funny, but believe me, it really switches your attention. You can also go out at night because there are fewer people at night and in general the situation is calmer. In short, 20 minutes of working on the horizontal bar was enough for me to feel much better and I started walking around the neighborhood. You can, like me, talk to a friend on the phone or just scroll through reels, but the main thing is not to stop and just walk. At one point, you will notice that even if you feel bad, you are on the street and you can live with it and that if you go home, it is not a fact that you will get better there and it may even get worse. That is, you retrain your brain to be afraid of this state, no matter how much it covers you, tell yourself that it is just anxiety and you will feel equally bad everywhere, this state does not depend on home, just walk down the street, distract yourself and live with it. After these 3 hours of overcoming myself, I realized that this state is bearable and I felt better. I went out for 2 more days at night and noticed how the moments where I do not think about it become more and more frequent, and anxious thoughts cling less. Today I was able to go out to see my friends, and even the anxiety couldn't stop me. I just knew that I wouldn't feel better at home, and that it would be more beneficial to suffer outside than at home. Now I feel much better, and I rarely think about my condition during the day, but if an episode suddenly starts, it's much weaker and shorter in duration than before. You can try to do what I did, but the main thing in this state is to accept it as a part of life, and it will begin to subside on its own. This acceptance comes in different ways, but I knew from past experience that I just needed to overcome myself, and one such outing gave me a kick in the pants (the main thing is to distract yourself and don't run home; be face to face with your anxiety).

I'll also add that you create and continue your own torment, you need to accept and come to terms with it. Just think, what if this is for life? This thought scared me and I decided no matter how bad I felt, I would go out and be with this, I was just tired of hiding from this anxiety and feelings, I wanted to meet my fears and this unpleasant feeling of derealization head on. Like a fool, I ran out into the street and started doing pull-ups on the bar like a crazy person, but it really helped me, the exercises themselves simply redirect your attention for the rest of the walk, but during the walk itself, the main thing is not to run away if a panic attack or something else starts, accept all these sensations and let them be. You won't die or faint. Keep walking and you'll understand that this is only a scary feeling inside your head, not physically. After all, even if you feel really sick, will you just stay outside? No, you'll be able to walk home, which means you can continue your walk. Your brain will simply understand that it's not scary, and you'll be shocked at how much it helped you.

Note: I'm not forcing anyone to do the same as me. Look at your own condition and feel when you should sit down and continue walking or if the condition turns into physical problems (loss of consciousness or something else). Don't make a war out of it with yourself. If you feel too bad, don't scold yourself and go home. But if you understand that the fear is only inside your head, then you can safely continue walking and endure it. Just feel the moment and be with it. I don't want someone to pass out on the street because of me. Be careful, I believe in you.

I want to share my story. Basically, I suddenly appeared here and am writing quite a lot, but I don’t know if it makes me feel better somehow. It all started back in the 7th grade, when I couldn’t go to school because I was constantly nauseous (or so I thought). After a month of such torment, I was taken to the doctor, who said that my body was completely fine and it was just self-hypnosis after one time when I actually felt nauseous. That’s when I learned what psychosomatics and such were. Everything passed, and three years later I encountered it again, only this time on trips somewhere, for example, to college. Every time before leaving the house, I would wind myself up in advance that I might feel bad, and once I got home, I felt bad. With this, I lived there for about a year, maybe longer. Sometimes this thing would disappear and I would often go somewhere like before, with friends to the city center or with relatives to the dacha, but even when this happened, I also went, but much less often and with torment (more likely just in the hope that it would pass). This happened by chance when about three months ago I had to go to the other side of the city to help my sister move, and then I had to go home alone. Then I was very happy and already believed that I was at the peak of my abilities and everything would be fine, but two weeks have passed since then and I have been suffering from derealization for two months now. I don’t remember why it started and what triggered it, but most likely my nervous system was overloaded after . two weeks of abrupt trips and turned on this protective mode - derealization. So, at first, I didn’t understand what was happening, because I was either dizzy or sick, but I finally realized when I started to be afraid that the earth was spinning haha. It passed quickly, but apparently the brain got so used to constantly analyzing the world that it developed into other symptoms - anxiety, panic attacks and constant derealization. I can’t fully remember the course of events, but I remember that I tried to go out every day for a walk at least around the house and gradually expanded the territory of my walks. It was terrible, I could stop alone in the middle of the street and drive myself so hard that I couldn’t get up from the ground, eventually . My family saved me; they took me home by car. I continued to go out, and then came the turning point that scares many people—when everything seems to return to the very beginning. For four days in a row, I could go out for five-hour walks with a friend without much anxiety, and it seemed I had already gotten used to the derealization and it was gradually subsiding, but then I resumed my sleep schedule... I don't know if this was the starting point, but it all started again: anxiety again, fear again, and severe derealization. I noticed that it became a little easier for me to cope with it at home and I can now go out and stand near the house, but this didn't make the situation much better. Now I'm thinking of trying to do everything as before and just hoping that it works.

'm only 18 years old, but I'm very confused by all of this, and also very scared, very scared. My faith is gradually fading, but I try not to attach much importance to it and just convince myself that this will pass and I need to move on with my life, but it's so hard. Again, I apologize for this broken English, I see that Google Translate is doing a poor job, but my knowledge of the language is only enough for correspondence.

Personally, the world seems so unrealistic and yet so real to me. I don't know how to describe it, but maybe someone will understand. Overall, this whole topic is turning into some kind of strange episode in my life, and I'm starting to romanticize it, so I'd be interested to know how you experience it.