Wow, it took reading that a couple times to realize that it wasn't ME who posted it. I was just wondering whether to post or not. It really gives a whole new meaning to 'Did I do That?' Wow, that was weird! :huh: Nice name by the way, DayDreamer.
I used to have anxiety really bad. I'd have an anxiety attack for fear of having a seizure, then it'd get so bad, it'd cause a seizure. It was really hard to figure out what was going on. I took meds for a while to control the anxiety attacks.
The main cause of anxiety for me was being afraid of having it happen in a public place. Letting other people see, the public shame. After a while, I figured,y'know what? I've gotta put up with everybody else's crap. They can put up with some of mine. I saw how many other people weren't ashamed of things such as yelling kids, a bad hair day, the brakes on the car squealing, etc. Why should I be ashamed? That's Life. **it happens. (That sounds really mean, but it helped me.)
I've found what worked for me to help with the derealization was to try to remember the reality then, in that moment. I was questioning nearly everything later, when it was happening, and that'd give me a bit of reality to hold onto. It let me know what was really real.