How to say what Iām about to say without sounding like a crazy person. Iām undergoing a treatment on a regular basis that, as a side effect, causes me to dissociate for about an hour immediately after I take it: Spravato. Dissociation is defined as a disconnection from oneās own thoughts, emotions, memories, or sense of identity; itās often feeling detached from oneself or reality. To an extent, yes, I often feel like an observer of my own life, but I donāt identify with feeling ādisconnected.ā I donāt see it as a separation from myself but rather an expansion. When I dissociate, I can still acknowledge my thoughts and feelings as my own, but their influence has diminished because my perception has expanded from myself to that of my immediate surroundings. It feels like the room is alive, expanding and compressing to the rhythm of my breath as if it, too, were a breathing organism. I can also sense or predict when someone is going to walk by or enter my room before they even make a sound. As I go about my day-to-day routine, I perceive myself and the world as separate entities, but when Iām dissociating after having just taken Spravato, Iām not so much an inhabitant of the world as I am an extension of it. Iām still me, but now thereās so much more to the world than my pain and my previously myopic view. On the whole, Spravato is lifting my depression, but Iām uncertain as to which is doing the lifting: these awe-inspiring retreats or a boost in specific neurotransmitters?
In my General Psychology course, Iāve recently learned about altered states of consciousness including those induced by meditation, hypnosis, sleep, and psychoactive drugs, and that is probably a more palatable description of my experience.