I don’t know if there is a specific term for what I’m trying to describe, and I would mainly like to know if anyone has experienced something similar.
I became aware of this from the earliest years of my life, without being able to fully understand or consciously comprehend it. It gradually started becoming more conscious from my adolescence onward, and year by year I became increasingly aware of the experience.
I don’t feel unique, special, or different in the sense of being superior. I believe every person feels unique in their own way.
I believe that all people have their own lives, behavior, thoughts, and emotions. However, I don’t have direct access to their subjective experience. Yet I experience and live all of reality as if it was created for me to observe it, or, more accurately, as if I was created to observe it and collect experiences.
I experience everything normally — joy, pain, anxiety, stress, exhaustion, love, sexual desire, loss, pleasure, etc. I don’t feel detached from life, nor am I actually detached from it. I can participate normally in everything that happens in my life and, at the same time, observe it as a neutral observer, or bring it back to memory and analyze my own behavior.
Sometimes I can now even observe my emotions as they arise and, to some extent, regulate them. For example, I can feel anger or desire as it begins to arise and decide whether I should let it develop further or not.
I also want to add two things:
- I have a memory from before I was born. Specifically, I remember feeling as if I was floating or drifting around a light — perhaps even around the planet, although I don’t know if that is a later interpretation. I remember feeling joy, like someone celebrating, and an inner voice told me:
“It’s your turn.”
- I have a memory from when I was a baby, before I could speak. I remember being in my crib and my mother closing and locking the door of the room as she left the house. What is particularly interesting about this memory is that I remember knowing that I couldn’t speak yet.
I don’t claim that either of these memories is objectively what I think it is. I don’t know whether they are exactly as I remember them, whether they were reconstructed later, or whether I am mistaken about the age at which they occurred. I’m simply describing them as I remember them.
Has anyone else experienced something similar?
Not necessarily with the same memories.
What I mean mainly is this strong feeling:
“Why me?”
I’m not necessarily looking for an interpretation or an explanation. I would simply like to know whether there is anyone who has experienced or is experiencing something similar.