Sometimes reality feels like a blurry concept. It’s not just the medication. It’s like everything happens a second before my brain can catch up. Like I’m stuck in a constant delay. I think about Schrödinger’s Cat, how things only exist when someone observes them. Sometimes I wonder if all of this is just a projection of my mind.

This feeling of dissociation isn’t just uncomfortable, it’s dangerous. When you start doubting what’s real, mistakes can be serious. Making important decisions in that state is a risk. And the worst part is, no one notices from the outside. You’re there, but not really. Like you’re floating in a world that doesn’t feel like yours.