Cognitive Thinking.

I look at my mind from within and feel both trapped and puzzled about the strangeness of my own existence. My thoughts swirl round and round constantly probing the strangeness of self-hood --why do I exist? Why am I me and not someone else? At these times, feelings of sweaty panic develop, as if I am having a phobia about my own thoughts. At other times, I don't feel "grounded". I look at this body and can't understand why I am within it. I hear myself having conversations and wonder where the voice is coming from. I imagine myself seeing life as if it were played like a film in a cinema. But in that case, Where am I? Who is watching the film? What is the cinema? The worst part is that this seems as if it's the truth, and the period of my life in which I did not feel like this were delusions.

"We Are Unusual & Tragic & Alive."