I’m not sure what “questioning your reality” means. Sounds like something you would do on LSD.
Interesting. I always used LSD as a tool to help sort through my reality, as it gives me an objective view of it.
Ghostbusters.
That’s weird.
I came to say the same thing but now I’m uncomfortable that my unintelligible nonsense isn’t even original unintelligible nonsense.
I taste my own pee to make sure it’s real.
Improvise. Adapt. Overcome.
My pee has a kind of metallic/blood taste. Am I not real?
Likely not. Taste should be fruity, with a hint of olives.
Stirred, not shaken.You should probably check with your bartender and change your medication for a while. Try Bud Light.
Psychedelics
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Other people, as they have diffrent point of view. Beware that some will try to manipulate you.
A dream check like checking the lights or poking my palm with my finger?
Depending what you actually mean, I think a therapist might be your best bet. Like, are you unsure if what you’re seeing and hearing is real or are you just having an existential crisis?
The Oracle.
Myself. I work out what all the steps were that led me to being right here right now. Like where did I wake up this morning, how did I travel to this location.
Kurtzgesagt
I’m not sure if I quite understand the question, but would introspection be an answer? Otherwise maybe some close friends and family
I don’t really have a specific person that I go to, and it doesn’t happen that often (at least I can’t think of an example)
I turn to the little pit in my head, shove all that inside the compacter and force it down for a nice good little forever. Does it work? TBD
Borderline schizoaffective, psychotic features. Constantly questioning sanity. Reality often surreal. Dbt, cbt has helped the most. If I practice mindfulness, grounding exercises daily… when mind spirals, reality starts to explode, easier to come back, keeps me tethered.
Tho, once as kid, when I became convinced I might be a disembodied brain floating in a jar, started to seriously freak out. Came home in terrorized panic, flipping madly thru my bookshelf, and reading “summa theologica” finally made the panic stop.
I like to get in touch with just how well my intended body movements are relayed through my senses. It’s why I do flow arts and competitive gaming. It reminds me reality is there trading blows with me.
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