There are times, especially recently, where even though I'm having a really hard time, I sort of tune out for a while and then realize it seems to me as though I've been feeling absolutely nothing the whole time.

Is this a stupid thing to say? Does it happen to everyone that there are just times in the day when nothing is going on upstairs at all other than observing the world dispassionately?

I am finding it really strange. I'm a total mess right now but during these times it's like everything is just shut off. I'm a zombie.

What do you think?