I haven't got the slightest idea where this should be posted but since manic depression is responsable for a great part of my negativity, I guess it fits here.
I've noticed that sometimes I kinda doubt reality, but not in the 'classic' way ('that can't be real'), more in a confused one. Sometimes I ask myself if everything and everyone I have known, eaten, touched, smelled, etc. is for real. Is my life for real, or I've been in a coma for the past 10 years or so and everything I've lived until now is an illusion?