I've found that recently, I've had issues connecting to things, people and life. I've become numb again, but not in the way I used to be. When I dissociated I lost all connection to myself, to the world around me. My thoughts didn't seem like my own. They were foreign and scary.
Now, I am me. The only thing is, I find that rather unfortunate. I wade through each day barely here, simply existing as a hollow shell.
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I've heard many people say that someone is a "shell of what they used to be." The only problem is, I don't think that term can be used to describe what has happened to me. Because I never did have anything to fill me, maybe I was born hollow and only now I can hear the echo of my emptiness.
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