Idk if that can name dissociate, but specially this days where de4th desiree and suicidal troughts came back to me, I imagine a Lot, a Lot of ways that I could die from a moment to another without CBT myself. This is my second relapse on cronical depression since my mother pass away in 2022. I think most of the time in just die to the top of feeling like a counciousness trapped in a body, not a girl, not myself, not a human. Just a soul asking in a very shy and lack way to get free of this life. Asking to the universe or whatever would ear because I don't believe in god since she is gone. Espiritually, I feel completely alone. I just imagine if I desire with all my soul, one day soon I'll be death just the way of my mother was, and sometimes, I have fantasies about terminal cancer even if will be painfull. That's how much I care for myself now