I live in mine 100% of the time, I go about with the usual daily things, but none of this is real. There are so many things in my past that I can't remember, don't really want to remember. Some days i get up and get coffee and everything looks strange, but it feels like I've been here a lot.
It takes most of the day to let that feeling go. Then the anxiety starts up, but I just let the blue pills dissolve in my mouth, and that feeling of anxiety slows to a stop, and the I can't understand what people are saying on television, and fall asleep until morning.
I think this is what worries my therapist the most, that I haven't any real sense of reality. I know I used to, but it has eroded away into what it is now. I still retain an abnormally high IQ, can carry on an in depth conversation on most anything, but I just don' care about it.
I don't really care one way or the other, but reality seems to have so many problems attached to it. I'd get tired of that anymore. it's not a reasonable expectation of how a persons life should be. Reality is as if there is a constant flow of ->-bleeped-<- that you don't just step to the side of and say to yourself 'Now that was a flow of ->-bleeped-<-!'. Time flucuates a lot ,too. An hour can go by and it will seem like minutes and then just the opposite.
It's not like I don't know what reality is, I just can't find any use for it, anymore.