In my derealised height, I am sleepwalking. During the pandemic I had experienced derealisation for the first time ever. The height of episode lasted me two months. It was frightening. It was unfamiliar. It was so far from me. It is now me. While what I hope to have been the worst has now passed, I still experience derealisation everyday. It is not as frightening. It is more familiar. It is more close to me. Some days are harder than others but I have begun to learn to live with my disorder and I will continue to grow with my disorder.