It is two feelings, really.

The first is a feeling of dislocation. I sit for a while in the kitchen perhaps. Then I go on to another place. Once there, part of me still feels like it is back where I was- in the kitchen. It is as if the two places overlap in my mind. I still have this sense of being in the kitchen even though I might be elsewhere altogether. It bugs me and scares me. I have been wondering what is going on in my brain to make me feel this way.

Perhaps the second feeling is more telling, and more eerie. I occasionally get this strong feeling of separation from my body...I feel like a soul dragging a body along behind it. It is not a good feeling at all. I would not call it depression, exactly. It is much more like a great fatigue in my very being. I have NO reason to feel this way at all. I am happy and very busy with Wade, and my new life.

I was a little hesitant to write of this, but I began thinking that maybe you folks could toss this around and help me to understand myself.

Thanks,

Jai