I feel the opposite in a way... My body is like a robot, it does things needed to survive, but it's not really a part of me. My mind however, is racing through a million things, most of them angry and obsessive. Feelings of loneliness (the ultimate forever alone), jealousy, self hatred, etc, etc. sleep is great because my mind just stops and I'm at peace. I've discovered a lovely little pill called sedival, which is over the counter, and if I take about 4 I'm good to go for the evening. Since I don't see my psychiatrist anymore I'm out of lexotanil, and lexapro did jack **** this time round so I stopped. Got no withdrawal symptoms btw, feel equally terrible as before. So I guess that my body is dead, but my mind is very much alive and beating the **** out of me.