Schizophrenia - General Discussion

Jose Ward4 said:It’s not that. You just radiate this incredible energy and suddenly you have enough confidence to take on the world. I actually almost got into a scrap with some tough guys at my local dive bar—I was basically daring them to step up. Of course, there were three of them out front and another one waiting in the trunk of their car, so... yeah, it wasn't like some movie scene where you're just acting crazy; it was this overwhelming, unshakable self-assurance. I honestly believed I could charm any woman I met just by being in her presence. You realize something is off, you notice you aren't quite the person you used to be, but you haven't the slightest clue why.

I think "confidence" is really the magic word here. Just believing in yourself, thinking, *I can do this.* If I was able to be that fearless, high-energy version of myself—radiating all that "something special" when I was going through it—then surely I can find even a tiny bit of that unexplainable spark now that I'm feeling more stable. I just need to figure out how to get myself back there. Before, it was the illness that forced that state on me. Maybe we should all be constantly telling ourselves: I can, I will, I believe. I want to soak up every single moment. I want to see the beauty in creating things. I want to trust myself more. I want a little slice of who I used to be, and I definitely don't want to feel dull... I know I can do it if I put in the work and truly believe that my own strength and willpower can bring back "that" feeling. Maybe I should just be a little reckless on purpose? Like, let myself be a bit crazy once in a while. Who cares, anyway? I've already got the diagnosis. ☕
After repeating a thousand affirmations like *I will, I can, I believe*, maybe we'll finally be able to enjoy the beauty of nature again—to actually feel the sun, the rain, and the wind, and feel full of life, just like we did when we were truly alive. Sounds a bit cliché, doesn't it?

Chloe Flores83 said:I think "confidence" is really the magic word here. Just believing in yourself, thinking, *I can do this.* If I was able to be that fearless, high-energy version of myself—radiating all that "something special" when I was going through it—then surely I can find even a tiny bit of that unexplainable spark now that I'm feeling more stable. I just need to figure out how to get myself back there. Before, it was the illness that forced that state on me. Maybe we should all be constantly telling ourselves: I can, I will, I believe. I want to soak up every single moment. I want to see the beauty in creating things. I want to trust myself more. I want a little slice of who I used to be, and I definitely don't want to feel dull... I know I can do it if I put in the work and truly believe that my own strength and willpower can bring back "that" feeling. Maybe I should just be a little reckless on purpose? Like, let myself be a bit crazy once in a while. Who cares, anyway? I've already got the diagnosis. ☕
After repeating a thousand affirmations like *I will, I can, I believe*, maybe we'll finally be able to enjoy the beauty of nature again—to actually feel the sun, the rain, and the wind, and feel full of life, just like we did when we were truly alive. Sounds a bit cliché, doesn't it?

It's a bit funny hearing "I can, I will, I want" when the meds are actually working against you. I realized the same thing during this heatwave—I just can't handle it like I used to. It's the same with the cold. The sun used to feel great, but now it just irritates me. I can't fight it once the pills have done their job and settled into my system. But no, it isn't cliché. If you truly believe it, you'll probably succeed. As for how... I don't know. The more I think about it, the more I realize I probably won't have kids, and I likely won't get married either. What really burns me up is how much my personality shifts after I take my medication at night. Who could deal with that? It's like I have two separate egos. One during the day when I'm off the meds, and another one at night when the pills kick in. No sane person could handle that. I've sort of made my peace with being sick and accepting that I can't live any other way. I'm destroying myself, but hopefully, there will come a day when I can say "enough, not anymore." I'll ask my therapist what she thinks and if she should change my prescription. If she won't? Well, screw it. I'm fed up. I've accepted that I'm ill and that I have to take these pills, so we'll just see where the future takes me. Maybe one day I'll be off them entirely, someone will help me, and I'll be even happier and healthier than I am now. Who knows.

Harold Anderson3 said:I have to tell you, I really appreciate your writing style.
Your true self hasn't vanished; it's just trying to adjust to a new reality.
Getting a schizophrenia diagnosis doesn't fundamentally change who you are, and neither do the medications.
I don't think it's helpful to completely withdraw from people, but I also don't think you should run away from loneliness into a crowd. There has to be a healthy balance between social time and being alone. There were many times when I was spiraling into depression and just having one person around helped pull me back out, even if we never even touched upon my depression or my struggles at all.
As for religion, God, and Jesus, I don't think we should get too caught up in those either; they are meant to be a source of support, not something that crushes our spirit.
That's why I struggle with the idea that "God left you to suffer on the cross," because even Jesus's suffering eventually reached an end—even if that end was death, we shouldn't look at it quite that way. At least, I personally refuse to accept suffering unto death as the whole purpose of living. Now I'm drifting off into philosophy on you a little bit 🙂

Thanks for the kind words about my writing! 🙂
Yeah, you hit the nail on the head. I need to get used to this new situation, and honestly, to this "new me," which feels like a much worse, fake version of myself. Regarding people... ideally, I'd escape into solitude sometimes, and then recharge by being around others—if only people weren't so exhausting. They're either complaining or bragging, and I'm just sitting there nodding along, trying to manage a "yeah, sure." My focus isn't great lately, either. Sometimes I lose the thread entirely and have no clue what they're even talking about. But hey, you go ahead and enjoy your social life!
And regarding God? Right now, He feels pretty distant to me. I picture Him as someone who's totally indifferent to all the suffering happening in the world. And yeah, suffering isn't the purpose of life, but it's everywhere, whether we like it or not. You just have to keep fighting against it, I guess, for as long as you can.

Chloe Flores83 said:I think "confidence" is really the magic word here. Just believing in yourself, thinking, *I can do this.* If I was able to be that fearless, high-energy version of myself—radiating all that "something special" when I was going through it—then surely I can find even a tiny bit of that unexplainable spark now that I'm feeling more stable. I just need to figure out how to get myself back there. Before, it was the illness that forced that state on me. Maybe we should all be constantly telling ourselves: I can, I will, I believe. I want to soak up every single moment. I want to see the beauty in creating things. I want to trust myself more. I want a little slice of who I used to be, and I definitely don't want to feel dull... I know I can do it if I put in the work and truly believe that my own strength and willpower can bring back "that" feeling. Maybe I should just be a little reckless on purpose? Like, let myself be a bit crazy once in a while. Who cares, anyway? I've already got the diagnosis. ☕
After repeating a thousand affirmations like *I will, I can, I believe*, maybe we'll finally be able to enjoy the beauty of nature again—to actually feel the sun, the rain, and the wind, and feel full of life, just like we did when we were truly alive. Sounds a bit cliché, doesn't it?

Here is the real issue. All those psychiatric pills don't actually cure the cause; they just mask the symptoms. And when you look closely, almost all of them are designed that way. They aren't meant to fix the root problem; they are meant to turn you into a chronic patient who stays on them forever. These hacks in psychiatry know exactly what they're doing, and they're basically spitting in the face of the Hippocrates' oath. Even back in the 60s, one of the founding fathers of modern psychology, Carl Jung, argued that schizophrenia could be treated through psychotherapy. When I read his explanations of schizophrenia, I find myself really hoping he was right. Personally, I felt all of this before I ever stepped foot in a hospital. But hey, let's just medicate everyone so they can go out and work to make money for someone else or for the government—who actually gives a damn about health? Before I started taking antipsychotics, I wasn't even that obsessed with work; I didn't care much. But since I started the meds, I’m more focused on my job than on any social interaction. Back when I was working intense shifts, people bothered me more than the actual work did—even social contact was a nuisance—and it's all because of these pills. I wasn't like this before. And none of these doctors want to take responsibility. I mean it. Who is going to step up and take responsibility for helping someone taper off their meds and transition to psychotherapy? That's the point I'm trying to make. And one more thing: anyone who claims their medication hasn't changed them is either lying through their teeth or isn't self-aware. I'm not talking about sleep aids; I don't know enough about those. I'm talking about the antipsychotics.

How long have you been feeling under the weather, Chloe Flores83?

Chloe Flores83 said:Thanks for the kind words about my writing! 🙂
Yeah, you hit the nail on the head. I need to get used to this new situation, and honestly, to this "new me," which feels like a much worse, fake version of myself. Regarding people... ideally, I'd escape into solitude sometimes, and then recharge by being around others—if only people weren't so exhausting. They're either complaining or bragging, and I'm just sitting there nodding along, trying to manage a "yeah, sure." My focus isn't great lately, either. Sometimes I lose the thread entirely and have no clue what they're even talking about. But hey, you go ahead and enjoy your social life!
And regarding God? Right now, He feels pretty distant to me. I picture Him as someone who's totally indifferent to all the suffering happening in the world. And yeah, suffering isn't the purpose of life, but it's everywhere, whether we like it or not. You just have to keep fighting against it, I guess, for as long as you can.

Don't mention it. 🙂

Why would it have to be worse, though? I agree it's different, but that doesn't necessarily mean it's "worse."
A lot of people, once they start recovering from their first psychotic episode (I'm not sure if you've gone through that yourself), try so hard to crawl back into the exact same life they had before everything hit the fan. But that's just not possible; life moves forward, and you eventually have to accept this new reality. My doctor explained it to me like this: you have Phase A before the illness, Phase B during the illness, and Phase C after it. There’s no going back to Phase A. However, Phase C doesn't have to be worse than Phase A. It doesn't even have to be better, really—it shouldn't even be compared to the old version of yourself. Tough times come and go. They come for everyone.
I'm heading to bed now; I've been awake since 6:00 AM, and I'll probably be up at 6:00 again tomorrow. :/

Greetings to you all! First off, I truly believe that every single one of us can find our way back to a healthier phase in this journey—it just requires us to be steady, patient, and incredibly thorough about it. We really shouldn't spend too much energy dwelling on the negatives; instead, let's try to stay anchored in the here and now. It’s all about progress, not just running headfirst into a wall! You have to actually *do* something. Even the tiniest detail can completely throw a person off balance if they aren't careful. So, take a moment to give yourself some credit—celebrate the fact that you accomplished this or that, even if it was just one small task. Little by little, we move forward. At least, that's how I see it! I have total faith in all of us. 🙂

Look, I’ve surrendered—but maybe not entirely. I’m still fighting, just... struggling, which is why I threw in the towel for a bit. I'm trying to get back in the ring now. I've started upping my coffee intake again to cut down on sleep, and I'm using saccharin to dodge the sugar since it messes with my floaters. Throwing some vitamins into the mix occasionally too, but the big one? I finally flipped my schedule around because my internal clock was completely trashed. Honestly, having a steady job or some extra cash coming in might be enough to keep me from giving up altogether. But yeah, I said I quit, though I guess "not quite" is more accurate.

I feel terrible about everyone else, though—I know I'm a massive burden. I already cost my own people plenty when I was stuck in the psychiatric ward at Mayo Clinic 186 miles, and maybe even more than that.

Jose Ward4 said:Here is the real issue. All those psychiatric pills don't actually cure the cause; they just mask the symptoms. And when you look closely, almost all of them are designed that way. They aren't meant to fix the root problem; they are meant to turn you into a chronic patient who stays on them forever. These hacks in psychiatry know exactly what they're doing, and they're basically spitting in the face of the Hippocrates' oath. Even back in the 60s, one of the founding fathers of modern psychology, Carl Jung, argued that schizophrenia could be treated through psychotherapy. When I read his explanations of schizophrenia, I find myself really hoping he was right. Personally, I felt all of this before I ever stepped foot in a hospital. But hey, let's just medicate everyone so they can go out and work to make money for someone else or for the government—who actually gives a damn about health? Before I started taking antipsychotics, I wasn't even that obsessed with work; I didn't care much. But since I started the meds, I’m more focused on my job than on any social interaction. Back when I was working intense shifts, people bothered me more than the actual work did—even social contact was a nuisance—and it's all because of these pills. I wasn't like this before. And none of these doctors want to take responsibility. I mean it. Who is going to step up and take responsibility for helping someone taper off their meds and transition to psychotherapy? That's the point I'm trying to make. And one more thing: anyone who claims their medication hasn't changed them is either lying through their teeth or isn't self-aware. I'm not talking about sleep aids; I don't know enough about those. I'm talking about the antipsychotics.

It feels to me like these pills just patch a person up enough to function somewhat normally. You function, sure, but you feel kind of numb (that Zzz🙂 phase). So, why not just stop taking them? Are you just terrified of slipping back into psychosis?
As for psychotherapy, honestly, posting on a forum like this is its own form of therapy. Maybe it's even more effective than sitting in front of a psychiatrist for years, rambling about... whatever, when you could just write it out here. Why wouldn't you expect some smart advice, a solid comment, or a meaningful question from someone who's been through the exact same thing? Mind you, we're all individuals, so one piece of advice won't fit everyone. But at least I know you actually get what I'm talking about, whereas a doctor might think they know everything, but they really only know what they learned in a textbook. By the way, which Carl Jung book mentions schizophrenia? I've had mine since 2007.

Harold Anderson3 said:Don't mention it. 🙂

Why would it have to be worse, though? I agree it's different, but that doesn't necessarily mean it's "worse."
A lot of people, once they start recovering from their first psychotic episode (I'm not sure if you've gone through that yourself), try so hard to crawl back into the exact same life they had before everything hit the fan. But that's just not possible; life moves forward, and you eventually have to accept this new reality. My doctor explained it to me like this: you have Phase A before the illness, Phase B during the illness, and Phase C after it. There’s no going back to Phase A. However, Phase C doesn't have to be worse than Phase A. It doesn't even have to be better, really—it shouldn't even be compared to the old version of yourself. Tough times come and go. They come for everyone.
I'm heading to bed now; I've been awake since 6:00 AM, and I'll probably be up at 6:00 again tomorrow. :/

That whole phase thing... it kind of works, and kind of doesn't. Even with the illness and the hospital stays, I felt like I was living in "Phase A squared" for years. I spent years talking to the creator, and it was wonderful. Just years in, well, let's call it a mystical phase. Now, it's not even that we don't talk anymore; it's just that I had a change of heart and became an atheist. Total Phase Z.
So, how exactly did your doctors spend three years prepping you to oust Sanders from power?

Chloe Flores83 said:That whole phase thing... it kind of works, and kind of doesn't. Even with the illness and the hospital stays, I felt like I was living in "Phase A squared" for years. I spent years talking to the creator, and it was wonderful. Just years in, well, let's call it a mystical phase. Now, it's not even that we don't talk anymore; it's just that I had a change of heart and became an atheist. Total Phase Z.
So, how exactly did your doctors spend three years prepping you to oust Sanders from power?

Back during psychotherapy, my psychiatrist would mention figures like a powerful president to illustrate arrogance and stuff, and at the time, he really was the most influential politician in the country. I also remember a boss once telling me, "I love watches and own one, unlike that president who owns ten..." I suppose I connected all those dots in my head as some kind of mental preparation for what was coming. Looking back, though, I can't say for sure how much of what happened during my psychosis was actually linked to those things.
Regarding your religious views, I might suggest two books by the same author: *The Road Less Traveled* and its sequel, *Further Along the Road Less Traveled*. Those two books really shifted my entire perspective on religion, spirituality, and the mysticism you're describing here.

justblue said:What's up☕☕:
I honestly don't know what to say—I feel like I both belong here and am an outsider at the same time, you bunch of schizo-minded folks
I'm half-joking when I say this condition doesn't even exist; I mean, I have it, but somehow I don't

It's just me and Leclerc, but please, oh please, don't out me
Just to clarify things a bit, let me ask you all, how are you doing today?🤣🤣🤣
☕ And so the days pass by while I keep fighting my way through; things are going pretty well, and I’m not asking for anything more than I need
Just a quick reminder that I'm still an F-25
Thanks for keeping this thread alive; I'm doing great, and I wish the exact same for all of you
cheeeeers
with love justblue ::

👍👍👍

Chloe Flores83 said:It feels to me like these pills just patch a person up enough to function somewhat normally. You function, sure, but you feel kind of numb (that Zzz🙂 phase). So, why not just stop taking them? Are you just terrified of slipping back into psychosis?
As for psychotherapy, honestly, posting on a forum like this is its own form of therapy. Maybe it's even more effective than sitting in front of a psychiatrist for years, rambling about... whatever, when you could just write it out here. Why wouldn't you expect some smart advice, a solid comment, or a meaningful question from someone who's been through the exact same thing? Mind you, we're all individuals, so one piece of advice won't fit everyone. But at least I know you actually get what I'm talking about, whereas a doctor might think they know everything, but they really only know what they learned in a textbook. By the way, which Carl Jung book mentions schizophrenia? I've had mine since 2007.

It is such a beautiful morning here in Washington, D.C. I'm just sitting here, enjoying my coffee and the rain. It's wonderful. If only it stayed like this all day. Honestly, I don't think I'm even afraid of psychosis anymore. About a month or so ago, I thought, "Okay, let's try going off the meds." I made it seven days before I developed gastritis, and by the seventh day, the vomiting got really bad. I read a lot of unconventional medicine, and almost every doctor—which is basically the first rule of Hippocrates' teachings—agrees that most illnesses start in the gut and stomach. I would love to commit to weaning myself off completely, but I need someone to guide me because it's clear that food is a massive trigger for me. Even Gerson's therapy mentions how triggers affect the nervous system, suggesting that eating animal products can turn a person schizophrenic. So far, my attempts have failed, but I've seen countless testimonies on YouTube where people managed to overcome schizophrenia simply by switching to a raw food diet and living totally normal lives today. My main hurdle when trying to quit entirely is that I can't seem to stay home; I actually need constant social interaction, but that's the ultimate goal. The screen bothers me, and I'm losing interest in the online work I do. At one point, I even considered joining a commune, though that's still just an idea. But yeah, I don't fear psychosis anymore because I didn't experience a single episode during those short trial runs.

As for sharing experiences, I'm all for it. I think we should all help each other, especially when things get heavy. That’s why I asked Diego, but he doesn't want to give a straight answer, and I prefer being direct. I don't want to be a downer, but that's just the reality.

Carl Jung wrote over fifteen books on various subjects. Just search for "Carl Jung books" or "Carl Jung Ebooks" and you'll find the whole list. He was on the same level as Freud, but he delved into much more diverse topics, and he believed that schizophrenia could be rooted in trauma and treated through psychotherapy. There are plenty of articles and interviews out there in print if you want to dig deeper. I truly found myself in his descriptions of schizophrenia. Everyone has their own way of overcoming it. Some swear by psychotherapy, like Carl Jung did; others avoid animal protein; some find healing through God. There isn't one single, proven path, but I believe that one day I'll make it through and live a full life as a recovered schizophrenic. It's up to us to decide how we want to live and what we want to do.

justblue said:What's up☕☕☕
Honestly, what can I even say? One minute I feel like I belong here, and the next, I’m an outsider. You guys are such a bunch of schizophrenia-prone characters, haha.
I'll let you in on a secret: maybe this whole illness isn't even real. I mean, I've got it, sure, but at the same time, I don't. It's a weird paradox.

It's just me, Leclarcke, but please—don't blow my cover!
Just to clarify things, I wanted to ask how everyone is doing today. 🤣🤣🤣
☕ And so the days roll by. I'm fighting my battles, staying afloat, and honestly, life is treating me pretty well; I'm not out here begging for scraps.
Just a quick reminder, it's me, F 25.
Thanks for keeping this thread alive. I'm doing great, and I truly wish the same for every single one of you!
cheeeeers
with love, justblue 👍

bok d.

justblue said:Hey, I haven't had a chance to catch up on the reading. Honestly, my life feels like one endless, exhausting grind right now. I’ve been drinking from sunrise to sunset—if only things stayed this simple, but you know how it goes; life isn't always sweet.
I'm high as hell. Just riding this downward spiral. Oh God, it actually feels kind of amazing to just lose myself like this.
My grandma passed away.
Sometimes I break down crying, but I usually pull myself together.
I lost my mom once before, and now I've lost her again. I'm on my own now. I guess it's better to grow up through the fire than never to grow up at all. Anyway, I'm heading back to my drink, just wanted to check in.
I'll be back 🤣😉😉😉😉☕

I am so incredibly sorry about your grandmother.

Harold Anderson3 said:Back during psychotherapy, my psychiatrist would mention figures like a powerful president to illustrate arrogance and stuff, and at the time, he really was the most influential politician in the country. I also remember a boss once telling me, "I love watches and own one, unlike that president who owns ten..." I suppose I connected all those dots in my head as some kind of mental preparation for what was coming. Looking back, though, I can't say for sure how much of what happened during my psychosis was actually linked to those things.
Regarding your religious views, I might suggest two books by the same author: *The Road Less Traveled* and its sequel, *Further Along the Road Less Traveled*. Those two books really shifted my entire perspective on religion, spirituality, and the mysticism you're describing here.

Well, I'm actually running away from spirituality and religion myself right now, but once this phase passes, I might borrow them. That's a good title, though. It reminds me of that Jesus's verse: 'Enter through the narrow gate, because wide is the gate and broad is the road that leads to destruction, and many enter through it.' By the way, have you ever read *Schizophrenia: How to Learn to Live with the Illness*, Luderer?

Jose Ward4 said:It is such a beautiful morning here in Washington, D.C. I'm just sitting here, enjoying my coffee and the rain. It's wonderful. If only it stayed like this all day. Honestly, I don't think I'm even afraid of psychosis anymore. About a month or so ago, I thought, "Okay, let's try going off the meds." I made it seven days before I developed gastritis, and by the seventh day, the vomiting got really bad. I read a lot of unconventional medicine, and almost every doctor—which is basically the first rule of Hippocrates' teachings—agrees that most illnesses start in the gut and stomach. I would love to commit to weaning myself off completely, but I need someone to guide me because it's clear that food is a massive trigger for me. Even Gerson's therapy mentions how triggers affect the nervous system, suggesting that eating animal products can turn a person schizophrenic. So far, my attempts have failed, but I've seen countless testimonies on YouTube where people managed to overcome schizophrenia simply by switching to a raw food diet and living totally normal lives today. My main hurdle when trying to quit entirely is that I can't seem to stay home; I actually need constant social interaction, but that's the ultimate goal. The screen bothers me, and I'm losing interest in the online work I do. At one point, I even considered joining a commune, though that's still just an idea. But yeah, I don't fear psychosis anymore because I didn't experience a single episode during those short trial runs.

As for sharing experiences, I'm all for it. I think we should all help each other, especially when things get heavy. That’s why I asked Diego, but he doesn't want to give a straight answer, and I prefer being direct. I don't want to be a downer, but that's just the reality.

Carl Jung wrote over fifteen books on various subjects. Just search for "Carl Jung books" or "Carl Jung Ebooks" and you'll find the whole list. He was on the same level as Freud, but he delved into much more diverse topics, and he believed that schizophrenia could be rooted in trauma and treated through psychotherapy. There are plenty of articles and interviews out there in print if you want to dig deeper. I truly found myself in his descriptions of schizophrenia. Everyone has their own way of overcoming it. Some swear by psychotherapy, like Carl Jung did; others avoid animal protein; some find healing through God. There isn't one single, proven path, but I believe that one day I'll make it through and live a full life as a recovered schizophrenic. It's up to us to decide how we want to live and what we want to do.

I personally tend to believe that schizophrenia is mostly incurable. Some people just get lucky and learn to manage it, kind of like living with high blood pressure or diabetes. Others might be even luckier and, for some reason, stop having psychotic episodes altogether and won't need medication anymore. I'm really hoping I'm in that group. Maybe there's even a group of people who are constantly in psychosis but still function normally. I remember watching this series once where a woman learned to live alongside all seventeen of her personalities with the help of her therapist.
Have you tried the raw food thing yet? Or are you planning to? It sounds a little suspicious to me—can something as complicated as schizophrenia really be cured that easily?

Hey
@Chloe Flores83, 😁I've got a question for you
>🤔Since you’ve actually had a conversation with God, could you walk me through what He looks like? I’m just looking for a description, you know, so if I ever happen to run into Him one day, I'll at least recognize who I'm dealing with. 😁

Angela Stewart6 said:At the very beginning of my illness, I was honestly convinced I had become a ghost. Seriously—I spent so much time questioning whether I was even alive or if I’d somehow slipped into some sort of parallel universe! It was quite the existential rollercoaster, really. 🤦

Wow, you all certainly didn't hold back! There is just so much written here that I can barely keep up with it all 🍿

I can't keep up either, but that whole spirit thing is pretty interesting. Maybe you were visiting me? Someone was definitely moving things around and tossing stuff all over my house. 🙂
But seriously, there have been times where I've found clothes completely crumpled up, turned inside out, or just in the totally wrong spot. Or I'll wake up and find leaves from a vase scattered on the floor on the other side of the room. No big deal, I just put them back in the vase, then the next day they're somewhere else again. One time, a knife fell between the sink and the stove and I couldn't get it out for the life of me. Three months later, I find it sitting right in a drawer. How is that even possible when I live alone?! I figured the GPS light turning on by itself was just a bad connection, but this stuff with the knife and everything else... there's more, too, but I won't ramble too much. Does anyone have an explanation for this, or maybe a similar experience?

Jamie Lewis said:Hey
@Chloe Flores83, 😁I've got a question for you
>🤔Since you’ve actually had a conversation with God, could you walk me through what He looks like? I’m just looking for a description, you know, so if I ever happen to run into Him one day, I'll at least recognize who I'm dealing with. 😁

What does God look like? It’s impossible to put into words!