#3521 ·
Of course you realize the gravity of things once the fog finally lifts.
Once the hallucinations subside, you’re left staring at a reality that feels fundamentally altered.
From where I’m sitting, the trajectory looks like this: you lose your grip, end up in a psychiatric ward, crawl back home, and spend your days swallowing a mountain of pills until, eventually, you taper down and stabilize. Your perception settles, and the hallucinations stop.
But here’s the kicker—life is never going to feel quite the same again, regardless of how long you stay in remission.
At that point, you just have to accept that most people are going to carry certain prejudices against those they label as "crazy." Fair enough.
Then there's the medication cycle: you have to take an antipsychotic that often triggers depression, which then necessitates an antidepressant... It's a total circus. 🙂☕
Once the hallucinations subside, you’re left staring at a reality that feels fundamentally altered.
From where I’m sitting, the trajectory looks like this: you lose your grip, end up in a psychiatric ward, crawl back home, and spend your days swallowing a mountain of pills until, eventually, you taper down and stabilize. Your perception settles, and the hallucinations stop.
But here’s the kicker—life is never going to feel quite the same again, regardless of how long you stay in remission.
At that point, you just have to accept that most people are going to carry certain prejudices against those they label as "crazy." Fair enough.
Then there's the medication cycle: you have to take an antipsychotic that often triggers depression, which then necessitates an antidepressant... It's a total circus. 🙂☕