I'm in the midst of a something, keeping myself safe and sound during whatever it is. Uncomfortably floaty. Definitely fit description of depersonalization during this.

Cleaning my apartment, rearranging furniture from time to time, is one way I keep myself grounded usually, I actually enjoy most of it. Curiously, a few days ago I did a seemingly simple thing, I cleaned and then moved my frig to another location in my kitchen. I found all manner of surprise mold hidden in freezer, so cleaned that out, then moved frig to a much more efficient location.

What's notable is that ever since, I've been way outta sorts, floaty, as if moving my furniture and such, I now don't know where I am. And I recall going through this also in the past, but at the time I didn't catch hold of what was happening.

I could move the frig back, but, nah, the move is good. I'll adapt. My brain will figure it out.

Til then I may be kinda tilty and spaced, yet my sense of humor is returning, yay! Something about all this is amusing. To be amused amidst the pain is a gift.