How is it possible to talk to someone?
How can you actually communicate with someone when you feel you have no body, that you are not a person?
That nothing feels real and that you are just a shadow of something that may have existed?
How do you explain to somebody your depersonalizations, about the fact that every time you look yourself at the mirror you see a different person?
That you can’t demarcate yourself, that you have no identity, that you feel nowhere physically present anymore? That you don’t know if you even exist?
How do you describe to someone the feeling of not-belonging to your own body?
About the alienation?
About the fact you are subject to its whims?
The amazement you get with every bodily desire?
The cathartic feeling with every period? About how it outgrows you, it feels like an endless hide-and-seek?
How do you express to somebody who wants to love you how unloveable you are?
That you can’t be loved, cause how can the wind be loved?
How do you put those things into words when you have conceptualized yourself so much, you are merely an idea? How could someone love an idea?
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