Have you felt like a spectator of your own life?

Sometimes I feel like my life is living me instead of the other way around. It’s as if my opinions and choices don’t matter. I’m living in some other way. It’s like being a passenger in my own body.

I don’t know what is going on—except maybe it’s a symptom of manic-depression. It makes me feel powerless to change things, and then guilty about feeling powerless, like I’m just giving up because I want to avoid responsibility for my behavior. A mental mess!

Have you felt this way? If so, what happened? How did you interpret the feeling? Did you manage to recombine your selves? Do you know how?