How To Rejoin The World After Becoming Disconnected
- Dr. Scott Eilers, PsyD, LP
- 4 days ago
- 3 min read
Mental illness can convince you that you don’t belong here. That you're fundamentally different. That you’re not fully human.
I know, because I’ve lived that reality.
When I was deep in it—depression, anxiety, trauma—I did whatever I could to build a barrier between myself and the world. I filled my head with nonstop music, imagined my surroundings through a cartoon filter, and numbed myself from everything happening outside of me. It helped me survive. But it also cut me off from life itself.
Disconnection wasn’t a failure. It was a defense. And like many defense mechanisms, it worked—until it didn’t.
The Cycle of Isolation
Living like that makes things worse over time. You isolate to protect yourself, but that isolation feeds the very illness you’re trying to manage.
Depression gets deeper. Anxiety grows louder. You don’t engage because it hurts too much, but the less you engage, the more it hurts.
It’s a brutal, self-sustaining cycle. I didn't even notice how far down I’d gone until I couldn’t remember the last time I spoke to someone, made a plan, or felt anything outside of despair.
Redefining What "The World" Means
One thing that helped me was rethinking what we even mean when we say “the world.” I broke it down into three parts:
The natural world: trees, sunlight, wind, animals.
My personal world: people I care about, my interests, my space.
Human society: systems, norms, and the wider social structure.
I learned I didn’t need to fully rejoin society to survive. But I did need some connection to nature, and to at least a few people in my personal world.
Sensory deprivation and total solitude weren’t protecting me—they were crushing me. I started by going outside more, even just to sit under the sun. That helped more than I expected.
Rejoining Humanity—Gently
At some point, I realized I’d mentally placed myself outside of the human category. I wore the label of outcast like armor, thinking that if I owned it, it couldn’t hurt me. But the isolation still stung. Eventually, I decided to just try being a person again.
That started with the basics: dressing in a way that didn’t repel people, being open to small talk, and learning just enough about pop culture to hold a conversation. I didn’t fake it—I just made space to participate. That small shift created real change.
Rebuilding Social Muscles
I had to practice social interaction from the ground up. Eye contact, saying hello, standing still when someone approached instead of retreating. I felt awkward and exposed, like a kid learning to walk. But there was no shortcut. And over time, it started to feel normal.
It wasn’t about being popular or outgoing. It was about regaining the skills I needed to feel like part of the world again. And slowly, I did.
You’re Not Beyond Reach
I don’t always feel like I belong. I still struggle. But I’ve found ways to live alongside that struggle. Ways to reconnect. To feel real. To feel human.
You’re not alone in feeling disconnected from the world. But there are ways back. Not to the whole world—but to your world. And that’s more than enough.
I shared three practical strategies that helped me rejoin the world without losing myself in the video below. Let me show you how to find balance between self-protection and meaningful connection.
-Scott
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