How can I put this? There's a king of gap between what I think is real and what's really real. I get this feeling like some kind of little something-or-other is there, somewhere inside me... like a burglar is in the house, hiding in a wardrobe... and it comes out every once in a while and messes up whatever order or logic I've established for myself. The way a magnet can make a machine go crazy.
Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle
anxiety, borderline-personality-disorder, bpd, depression, dissociation, dissociative-identity-disorder