Mine work together like a tag-team pair of little person luchadors to knock me flat on my butt in the most comically choreographed way possible

It has taken the majority of my life, the loss of much of my long term memory, and the loss of my ability to experience joy, but I have grown my dissociative skills to a point where most days I can kick back and watch anxiety and depression fight each other bloody without either being able to gain control.

The flood of depressing stuff here is really something.