Schizophrenia - General Discussion

placidridge said:I’ve grown fond of you, but I’m done reading this garbage about Tanger and all that, so I’m out. Even psychiatric wards have units for abusers; actual psychos walk the streets every day hurting people. If there were fewer of those twisted souls, maybe there'd be less schizophrenia. Stress doesn't cause the illness, it just triggers it. If I'd had more love in my life instead of dealing with constant crap, maybe the disease wouldn't have surfaced despite my genetics. Peace, everyone. My own little world is much nicer.
Read "Seven Steps to Eternity" by Stephen Turoff. 🙂

So how does one actually get schizo? Though I guess stress can trigger it.🤷

darkfox86 said:So how does one actually get schizo? Though I guess stress can trigger it.🤷

Look, stress isn't exactly the smoking gun—it’s more like the accelerant that kicks things into high gear if you've already got the genetic predisposition sitting there waiting. It’s a catalyst, plain and simple. Then you’ve got all those mystical theories floating around out there, too... people love to look for deeper, cosmic reasons for why things go sideways. Anyway, do some reading and see what you think. Cheers.

hollowtinker18 said:Schizophrenia is basically just a disease where you lose your own center.

What’s your take? If you don't have a sense of direction—no real goals, no purpose—I feel like there's a razor-thin line between depression, anxiety, regression, and full-blown schizophrenia.

Andrew Wood5 said:What’s your take? If you don't have a sense of direction—no real goals, no purpose—I feel like there's a razor-thin line between depression, anxiety, regression, and full-blown schizophrenia.

The line between love and hate is thin,
just like the gap between common sense and total madness...

I don't think so.
Life isn't all black and white; most of the time, it’s just shades of gray.
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Andrew Wood5 said:What’s your take? If you don't have a sense of direction—no real goals, no purpose—I feel like there's a razor-thin line between depression, anxiety, regression, and full-blown schizophrenia.

See, when you actually know where you're headed and you've got real goals, you can stay focused. When you're dealing with actual mental health issues, you might find yourself totally zoning out mid-task or spiraling into negative thoughts—it's not laziness, it's the illness itself. That's the thing people miss. And honestly, staying busy helps you feel a bit more grounded, provided everything else in your life isn't completely falling apart—which is true for pretty much everyone, whether they're struggling with mental health stuff or not. As for that part about everything being interconnected? Yeah, I'm with you there. It all bleeds together.

placidridge, what exactly do you mean when you say you're going to "drift away"?

velvetsailor26 said:placidridge, what exactly do you mean when you say you're going to "drift away"?

Sometimes when I'm mid-task, I just get this sudden urge to pause everything and drift off—you know, just space out for a second. My focus starts slipping, and I can't stay 100% locked in on what I'm actually doing because my mind starts wandering off toward something else entirely. It’s fine if it happens in little bursts here and there, but when I really go deep into it, I can end up sitting there daydreaming for ages or just totally checking out to clear my head...

placidridge said:Sometimes when I'm mid-task, I just get this sudden urge to pause everything and drift off—you know, just space out for a second. My focus starts slipping, and I can't stay 100% locked in on what I'm actually doing because my mind starts wandering off toward something else entirely. It’s fine if it happens in little bursts here and there, but when I really go deep into it, I can end up sitting there daydreaming for ages or just totally checking out to clear my head...

I experience the exact same thing. Is this actually a symptom of schizophrenia?

wiredfalcon21 said:I experience the exact same thing. Is this actually a symptom of schizophrenia?

Look, I'm pretty sure you're nowhere near actual schizo territory, but you've definitely got something similar going on. Best to run for the hills before you catch whatever it is.😂

velvetsailor26 said:nah, he’s just sickeningly sweet, like a little morsel
I really feel for those people
That movie actually changed my perspective on them—since I don't personally know anyone quite like that

It’s honestly refreshing to see some folks here who aren't just looking at us through a lens of prejudice. I used to be a girl with her own life, big dreams... maybe a little wild, sure. I really thought I could take those schizophrenic—or let's call them "creative"—genes and channel them into writing, become an author, start a family... but after everything I've been through lately, I'm terrified to keep writing. I worry that being creative might trigger those manic thoughts again and land me right back in the hospital. If that happens, they won't just label it acute psychosis anymore; they'll circle the wagons and call it full-blown schizophrenia. Everything I built just crumbled. I'm hurting. And honestly? I'm scared. People like us desperately need friends to keep us grounded, but it feels like everyone either runs for the hills or blames us, acting like we chose to be sick.

robert look, we all let our minds wander off into the weeds from time to time; personally, I don't see anything pathological about it

I have this coworker at my office, and there’s this whole rumor mill going around that she’s dealing with schizophrenia, but honestly, looking at her, you’d never guess she was struggling with anything
she just gets her work done, same as everyone else

placidridge said:It’s honestly refreshing to see some folks here who aren't just looking at us through a lens of prejudice. I used to be a girl with her own life, big dreams... maybe a little wild, sure. I really thought I could take those schizophrenic—or let's call them "creative"—genes and channel them into writing, become an author, start a family... but after everything I've been through lately, I'm terrified to keep writing. I worry that being creative might trigger those manic thoughts again and land me right back in the hospital. If that happens, they won't just label it acute psychosis anymore; they'll circle the wagons and call it full-blown schizophrenia. Everything I built just crumbled. I'm hurting. And honestly? I'm scared. People like us desperately need friends to keep us grounded, but it feels like everyone either runs for the hills or blames us, acting like we chose to be sick.

Hey honey, it's schizophrenia, not "schizofremia." 🙂

And honestly, why on earth wouldn't you express your creativity through writing?
Of course, don't let it consume you,
but whenever you feel that urge to write, just go for it. Get it out of your system.
It's much healthier than letting all those thoughts just loop endlessly in your head.

velvetsailor26 said:robert look, we all let our minds wander off into the weeds from time to time; personally, I don't see anything pathological about it

I have this coworker at my office, and there’s this whole rumor mill going around that she’s dealing with schizophrenia, but honestly, looking at her, you’d never guess she was struggling with anything
she just gets her work done, same as everyone else

My therapist actually told me about a patient of hers with schizophrenia who
is working, driving a car, married... just living a totally normal life.
Of course, they take their meds and stick to their treatment plan,
but the point is that most of these folks—once they accept their diagnosis—
actually lead more stable and fulfilling lives than us "normal" people dealing with depression.

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velvetsailor26 said:robert look, we all let our minds wander off into the weeds from time to time; personally, I don't see anything pathological about it

I have this coworker at my office, and there’s this whole rumor mill going around that she’s dealing with schizophrenia, but honestly, looking at her, you’d never guess she was struggling with anything
she just gets her work done, same as everyone else

Schizophrenia doesn't just wipe out your intellect; when someone is in a stable phase, they can handle pretty much anything.

Larry Howard8 said:whatever, let's just say 5
😁

but seriously, do you have a boyfriend or any friends?

🙂

Nah, no boyfriend—I had one once, but things went south and it just wasn't working out. I’m still struggling to get myself back out there after everything, which is why I ended up having a total breakdown. The guy was just straight-up toxic.
As for friends... honestly, I don't really have any. People haven't exactly embraced me, mostly because my dad deals with schizophrenia, so it's been tough. I have acquaintances, sure—people I grab coffee with every now and then—but right now I’m just lost, and yeah, I’m pretty scared about what comes next. I told this one "friend" once that I’d been hospitalized, and they basically told me I needed to "let go" of the madness I supposedly created myself. It's exhausting. I don't know how people will react if I'm actually honest, but lying feels fake, and I'm not interested in a friendship where you have to wear a mask just to be accepted. That's just pointless.

I’ve been diagnosed with depression, but I honestly feel there's something much deeper going on beneath the surface.
After taking medication for eight years, I suddenly quit cold turkey about eight months ago.
Now, it feels like I'm living through a waking nightmare.
My boyfriend actually encouraged me to stop because he thinks I'm just making it all up!
When those sudden bouts of intense darkness hit, I just want everything to end...
It has even cost me my job.
How do I move forward from here?

Larry Howard8. I’ve been scrolling through your posts, and man, I was living in my own little fairy tale bubble right before everything went south and turned into a total horror movie. Now, those stories don't feel magical anymore—they just feel creepy. At one point, I actually convinced myself I was the Big Bad Wolf from "Seven Little Goats"—feeling this overwhelming, misplaced guilt, like I’d actually gone out and swallowed someone whole. Once the realization started sinking in that, well, that isn't how reality works, I ended up rushing to the ER and basically landed in the hospital.

Morgan Moore9 said:I’ve been diagnosed with depression, but I honestly feel there's something much deeper going on beneath the surface.
After taking medication for eight years, I suddenly quit cold turkey about eight months ago.
Now, it feels like I'm living through a waking nightmare.
My boyfriend actually encouraged me to stop because he thinks I'm just making it all up!
When those sudden bouts of intense darkness hit, I just want everything to end...
It has even cost me my job.
How do I move forward from here?

Look, I get it—I have moments where I just want to check out because of everything I've been through, so I definitely feel for you, even though I don't deal with clinical depression myself. I'd love for things to be different, but I'm just stuck being miserable with my current situation. You aren't to blame for any of this—it's likely just a chemical imbalance, maybe a lack of lithium or something in your brain. Don't give up yet. Try hanging out with us here a bit—just read through some posts and get to know the rest of us so you aren't staring at your own pain 24/7; it really helps take the edge off. Honestly, I almost quit this forum entirely, but the girls here kept me around, and it's made things easier—you feel a lot less alone. You might want to consider getting back on your meds.

Had another one of those creative deep dives today—trying to keep things pretty this time, you know? I kept telling myself not to let that sudden spike of anxiety take the wheel. It hit me for a second there, but honestly, nothing crazy happened, and I managed to stay totally grounded. It’s wild how much you can actually help yourself sometimes... when you're actually capable of it, obviously.

placidridge said:Larry Howard8. I’ve been scrolling through your posts, and man, I was living in my own little fairy tale bubble right before everything went south and turned into a total horror movie. Now, those stories don't feel magical anymore—they just feel creepy. At one point, I actually convinced myself I was the Big Bad Wolf from "Seven Little Goats"—feeling this overwhelming, misplaced guilt, like I’d actually gone out and swallowed someone whole. Once the realization started sinking in that, well, that isn't how reality works, I ended up rushing to the ER and basically landed in the hospital.

I didn't mean literal fairytales,
I was just talking about relationships...