I remember almost a year ago in Januraury 2019, I was walking to work and I'd been dissociating for almost 3 months. I thought it was the weed I'd been smoking but it just kept going. I kept dissociating, it didnt stop a single hour. I woke up, felt like I was just in a mech, and my body was going on it's own. I'd feel like it wasn't body or my face I'd be looking at.

And as I was walking to work a little voice in my heard said, "Psychosis," and when I looked it up I learned what it was. It didn't seem like it applied to me.

As I continued another voice said to me, "It's Borderline Personality Disorder," and when I looked it up, I learned what it was. And I cried when I did. It seemed like a big deal at the time. It still is to me, just different. 

And now, almost a year later, I realize whoever that voice was, was right. And I almost have to thank them, for if it hadn't been that voice I never would have gotten help. Weird, but thanks little guy.