I found this saved in my documents. I had forgotten to post it but I recall that I wrote it not more than a month or so ago. After reading it, I can say that I still feel that way but moreso.
"My brain processing reminds me of a 4th of July sparkler...it snaps into action spewing off a thousand points of beautiful light, spits and sputters and then seem seems to just disappear leaving nothing but smoke. Then it starts up all over again. In reality I may be having some frequent, tiny strokes happening. Not certain. Can't really know. It's just what I am 'perceiving' right now. If I stay calm it can be quite interesting to observe this in myself.
When I was a kid I'd wade and then swim out to the deeper parts of the lake and then dive under to the bottom. I would turn my head and look up. I could see the sky, the clouds, the sun, the surface of the water from down there..but all filtered and greenish and strangely different. Once a boat passed over me and it felt like an alien visitor. I knew what I was seeing but it was the KNOWING of separation that affected the reality. It was me being in two completely different places at the same time. That is how dementia feels to me. It's just that from time to time the bottom seems more real than the surface or the space above it. And, because of my emphysema, sometimes I wish the dementia would just take me to the bottom and leave me there."
LoisJean
"My brain processing reminds me of a 4th of July sparkler...it snaps into action spewing off a thousand points of beautiful light, spits and sputters and then seem seems to just disappear leaving nothing but smoke. Then it starts up all over again. In reality I may be having some frequent, tiny strokes happening. Not certain. Can't really know. It's just what I am 'perceiving' right now. If I stay calm it can be quite interesting to observe this in myself.
When I was a kid I'd wade and then swim out to the deeper parts of the lake and then dive under to the bottom. I would turn my head and look up. I could see the sky, the clouds, the sun, the surface of the water from down there..but all filtered and greenish and strangely different. Once a boat passed over me and it felt like an alien visitor. I knew what I was seeing but it was the KNOWING of separation that affected the reality. It was me being in two completely different places at the same time. That is how dementia feels to me. It's just that from time to time the bottom seems more real than the surface or the space above it. And, because of my emphysema, sometimes I wish the dementia would just take me to the bottom and leave me there."
LoisJean