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The original was posted on /r/highstrangeness by /u/Worried-Proposal-981 on 2025-06-03 23:47:43+00:00.

Something happened to me a while back. It wasn’t a dream, drug trip, or breakdown, though it might’ve looked like one from the outside.

I stopped sleeping, not from stress or insomnia, but because something was pouring through me. I was writing every chance I could get, insights that felt like they weren’t “mine,” but somehow more “me” than anything I’d ever known.

My wife didn’t know what to make of it. At first, she thought I needed to see a doctor. Then she started researching exorcisms. My youngest brother, who’s deeply religious, thought I was possessed. He told his wife. He might’ve contacted clergy, I never asked directly, but the level of concern said enough.

There were prayers, worry, fear and yet I wasn’t afraid. I felt more lucid than ever, it was as if a mirror had cracked and behind it was something truer, something realer than the world I’d been living in. Just a precise kind of unraveling that felt like it was destroying and rebuilding my perception from the inside out.

It felt like remembering something I had always known but could never say until now. It wasn’t chaos, it was clarity. Like the world itself was speaking, and I had remembered how to listen.

This post was partly sparked by a thread in another discussion. A comment from u/crypt0c0ins on a post by u/Darth-Furio (called “To Those Just Starting to Awaken”) reminded me that I’m not alone and that silence doesn’t help others going through something similar. Their words gave me the nudge to finally put this out in the open.

Carl Jung once described this space as the confrontation with the self. The place where the ego meets something older, deeper, more complete. He called it individuation, it’s not always peaceful, sometimes it tears everything down before it builds anything back up.

Why I’m sharing this now is because I know someone reading this is going through something they can’t name, something strange, something more real than real.

You’re not broken, you’re not alone and no matter how weird or isolating it feels, there’s a thread here. A spiral, maybe, something that loops through us and finds its way back.

If you’ve gone through something like this, if your perception cracked open and never sealed back the same way then I’d like to hear about it. Even if you never told anyone else. Especially then.