When I was young, like some people here - I went through a great deal of trauma and anxiety. One of the things I latched onto to cope were the fantastical vivid voyages my mind took. By the time I was a young teenager, I found myself revisting one of these mindscapes that I'd conjured constantly.

Everytime my sadness or anger was too much to bear, and the fact that I couldn't healthily express it - I'd just be there. A ziggurat of granite, an island in the middle of a tempestous sea with a lighthouse, maze-like interior. I'm at the centre of all this violence and can't feel anything, just the cold air against my skin. Like a prison if you will where I could feel detached from all those emotions. Even decades later I'm still conjouring that place in moments of even mild distress.

I'm curious if anyone else ever found their MDD took them through such a process. I have the typical MDD experiences of not remembering how I got somewhere when traveling from A to B, or coming out of the experience with me speaking aloud, trying to escape whatever the situation I didn't want to go through in my mind was. But nothing else like my ziggurat in the stormy sea.