SORT OF SUICIDE MENTIONS

Not suicidal, but

I'm not suicidal. I know that. In fact, I might fear death a little. But say I need to get across a busy road and a speeding truck is coming towards me. I won't hurry across. I just kinda can't be bothered with most of the shit going on around me I suppose. Things seem to be kinda slow but super fast at the same time around me. Like, the days seem to drag on longer than I would like. And I feel more dazed than usual. Perhaps it's the hay fever, or the medication, or the hallucinations that seem to be more frequent than usual. Either way, it's strange. I know some people feel the same. Anyone relate?