It doesn’t help that my mom doesn’t believe there is anything wrong with me (she in herself is not the most stable). If you did, how did you come to terms with the fact that it was real? 

I keep slipping in and out of derealization/depersonalization/dissociation all of it, way more than i used to when i was in denial about all of this. And i am unable to sleep or focus on school or anything because my mind will not stop analyzing what it thinks is real or not.