For me, overcoming my habit of disassociation was a lot like kicking drugs. I needed the ability to disassociate to make my life bearable, but, ultimately, the defense became the obstacle and I realized I had to start living outside of my head if I wanted my life to be "normal." I knew this to be true; but I didn't appreciate it. In fact, I hated it. The process made me question everything: who I was, my belief in God, etc. I think I needed to come to grips with what my life was and had been before I could even consider claiming it. I had to convince myself that everything would be okay, even if it wasn't how I wanted it to be.
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