[Quite an easy poison to rely upon. Vira-Lorr nodded gratefully at the shared attitude, one way or another. It was appreciated that people could understand it, even if she'd been overdoing it.]
Sometimes, when they are standing in the room with me. I can see them, but not see them. I see them, but I remember them as a rumor from someone else's notes.
I remember this place, my own past like someone remembers a child's novel. It feels... disjointed. Strange. Surreal.
[ She puzzled for a moment over what she was saying. A sudden thought occurred to her. From everything she knew about trauma, especially the trauma from war, she knew that disassociation was a key factor in it. ]
No one remembers anything about their time in the life after death here. I wonder if there is something that is particularly traumatizing. The human mind can better adjust to a single event, but repeated traumas can cause the mind to separate and break down slowly. Memory loss and moments of disassociation are common.
Again, I’m not a psychologist, but I know enough to consider it possible that there is something we are seeing there that is causing a disconnect from ourselves. Perhaps even the lives we live here and the lives we live at home. The brain always wants to create peace and balance. The fear that we are experiencing repeatedly makes that difficult.
That... might actually be an explanation of things to some extent, yes. If we are disassociated from our person, we become more and more like the trapped horrors of this place. It gets harder and harder for us to come back as who we actually are each time until the possibility of never coming back exists.
Reaper... mentioned seven being a lucky number. I wouldn't suggest anyone take that risk, but that might be a number to avoid.
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Sometimes, when they are standing in the room with me. I can see them, but not see them. I see them, but I remember them as a rumor from someone else's notes.
I remember this place, my own past like someone remembers a child's novel. It feels... disjointed. Strange. Surreal.
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No one remembers anything about their time in the life after death here. I wonder if there is something that is particularly traumatizing. The human mind can better adjust to a single event, but repeated traumas can cause the mind to separate and break down slowly. Memory loss and moments of disassociation are common.
Again, I’m not a psychologist, but I know enough to consider it possible that there is something we are seeing there that is causing a disconnect from ourselves. Perhaps even the lives we live here and the lives we live at home. The brain always wants to create peace and balance. The fear that we are experiencing repeatedly makes that difficult.
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Reaper... mentioned seven being a lucky number. I wouldn't suggest anyone take that risk, but that might be a number to avoid.