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She thought it was just stress.
One forgotten stove. A running sink. A phone in the oven.
But soon, hours vanished. Conversations blurred. Mirrors reflected someone she didn't know.
Was she fading? Or was someone else living her life?

When reality bends and your thoughts no longer feel like your own, how do you hold on to yourself?

A quiet, unsettling descent into dissociation, identity, and the soft terror of unraveling.