I feel really sad physically. When I go up into my head, I feel a little cheerful and creative. But every few minutes I get a psychosomatic pain surge that pulls me back into my body, and I feel like I’m being crushed by a pervasive darkness that is spreading through humanity.
So I’m more or less acknowledging the pain without trying too hard to find out why, and return into the abstract, where I’m comfortable. All of my past PTSD therapists have mentioned that this is an avoidance strategy when small children don’t feel safe. The problem is that I still do it out of habit. Heck, at least I am not using recreational drugs anymore. Progress not perfection.