Posts by Jamie Martinez6

Amy Hughes said:I’m heading over to see him today, but honestly, I’m terrified... I’ve got this massive knot in my throat that just won't go away.
I really don't want to break down and start crying while I'm there, and I haven't the slightest clue what I'm even supposed to say to him...
We really thought—we truly hoped—that what happened three years ago was the beginning and the end of all this. My parents are holding up okay, I guess, but I am just completely blindsided by this. It feels even more jarring than the first time, though I can't even remember how much that hit me back then.
I need to drop off some towels and other essentials, because yesterday, they almost left everything behind at their place in the suburbs.
I gave the hospital a call, and they said he’s calm right now—which basically just means he’s heavily medicated and sleeping—nothing out of the ordinary. The doctor did her rounds this morning and had a quick word with him, if you can even call it a conversation during a routine checkup, and that's about it.
I just can't bear the thought of him thinking we abandoned him if we don't show up constantly until he starts coming around a bit more.
😢

Yeah, whatever, everyone's different. My mom's a total nightmare when she gets aggressive, so I just stay away. But if he's actually being chill? Go. Give him a hug, tell him you love him—no matter how weird your relationship is. Just be there for him. 🙂 It'll all work out. Eventually. 😉
Not trying to start anything, but if you notice they’re slipping into a dark place, just watch out. You gotta make sure they know you've actually got their back before things go south. 🙂
So, what's the deal with his girl? Are they done or what? Honestly, having her by his side might actually help him out for once...

Amy Hughes said:Jamie Martinez6, sending you a big hug..

thanks honey, right back at ya 🙂

about people snickering, I get it... they laugh at me and my mom... at her because she's sick, at me because they're convinced I'll end up the same way... we live in a time where being mentally ill is treated like some kind of disgrace... easy to say, but you shouldn't have to feel ashamed... I know he'll always struggle with it, but hey.. that's just his cross to bear, and eventually, he'll just have to accept that he's sick...
I totally get why he's lashing out. He feels cheated, like he was played because he's back in the hospital again... but once the meds kick in and he starts coming around, he'll calm down and be himself again 🙂
as for visits, maybe skip him for the first two weeks.. honestly, it’s useless with my mom.. he just insults the doctors, the nurses, me... there's no point. I only stop by to drop off clean laundry or leave a few bucks so things aren't a total mess, but I don't stay. Wait until you see actual progress before you start visiting... talk to his psychiatrist first, then go visit 🙂 just so he knows he isn't alone... and look, I know it's hard not to snap back when he attacks you, but try to bite your tongue. Just shut up. You can't explain anything to someone in that state... you'll just end up tearing him apart and making yourself miserable too...
keep us posted on how your brother is doing, or just DM me if you want to keep it private... I'm really interested... good luck 🙂

Amy Hughes said:My brother was hospitalized about three years ago after being diagnosed with acute schizophrenia.
He ended up staying in the hospital for roughly three months.
Before all that went down, he had this week or two where he was just wildly manic—always partying, totally wired, just overflowing with energy. But in those last few days right before he got admitted, things took a dark turn. He started saying the weirdest stuff, claiming people were following him, telling us he knew exactly what we were thinking, that he could read our minds. He started seeing these "dark figures" too, insisting we had to burn everything black in the house—clothes, trinkets, everything. His eyes... man, his look was so terrifying I was actually scared to even meet his gaze.
The day before they finally checked him in, he just vanished. He left his phone and his cash behind, hopped in his car, and drove it straight into a creek because he genuinely believed he could fly over it.
When the police showed up, he wouldn't say a word. They took him to the hospital, but nobody told us where he was for a day and a half. We were losing our minds calling every hospital in the state, the cops, neighbors, friends... you name it.

To make a long story short, he kept taking his meds for about three months after getting out, but then he decided he didn't need them anymore. Since then, he’s been fine for three years.
He got a job, fixed up his car, keeps the house tidy... things seemed back to normal.
But a couple of days ago, the behavior started shifting again. He had some drama with his girlfriend—they haven't been together long—and yesterday, he disappeared again. He wrecked his car, and we had no clue where he was until just now.
The police called and said he's wandering around somewhere, completely disoriented and lost. On top of that, he wandered into someone else's house, which led to a reported break-in.
My parents have headed down to the police station to go get him.
What are we supposed to do at this point? Please, if anyone has advice, I'm all ears...

hey 🙂 reading this... I feel you. 🙂 My mom is going through something similar... different diagnosis, but honestly, it just depends on whatever label the psychiatrist throws at you. My advice? Don't let him go. I have moments where I just hate my own mother because of how she acts—moments where I want to just walk away and never look back—but she's sick. She isn't responsible for her actions. As hard as it is to deal with them, trust me, it's worse for them in those state facilities where nobody actually cares about them properly.
Also, I don't know how old your brother is or where you guys are located, but he needs therapy at least once a month. And he cannot, under any circumstances, stop the meds. He NEEDS them, even if he refuses to admit it to himself. That’s the worst part. I'm going through hell right now because my mom is struggling and I'm lost, which is why I ended up on this forum looking for answers... everything is falling apart because she refuses treatment. She just won't accept she needs help.
I'm telling you, without therapy—like, actual monthly sessions with a psychiatrist to track his headspace—and the pills, there won't be any progress. It's non-negotiable.
And now that things have turned south again... listen, get him back into the hospital before it hits a breaking point. Just be there for him. I'm crossing my fingers for you. Keep me posted.🙂

Larry Howard8 said:My little sister told me this thing usually shows up
during puberty while you're still figuring out who you are. Since I'm already 27,
she basically said, "If you didn't get it by now, you're probably in the clear,"
but honestly, I've been worried about it since I was 18...

When did you guys first deal with it?

I really admire people who face any kind of illness with courage
and just refuse to give up....

🙏

Not trying to freak you out or anything, but I know a guy who didn't deal with it until he was 38... I guess everyone's different.

Schizophrenia is a hell of a thing to wrap your head around... honestly, watching *A Beautiful Mind* really helped me get it...
just go download it or borrow it from the library and give it a watch. you'll see how deep the rabbit hole goes and just how brutal it is when those people realize their own reality isn't actually real.

Henry Turner3 said:The doctors just kept repeating the same thing: schizophrenia. When they were having episodes, things got aggressive—their perception of reality would warp, hallucinations, the whole nine yards. But for years, they were totally fine. They lost weight, sure, but otherwise, they’ve been functioning perfectly normally for seven years. Working, living, just being a regular person. On that one fatal day, everything seemed perfect. We were having a normal conversation, everything was fine. Then, out of nowhere, I get the call. They're gone. Suicide. And the kicker? That very morning, we were making plans to meet up in the afternoon to tackle some errands together—you know, paying bills, hitting the grocery store... and then suddenly, without a single text, without any warning... nothing. I’m just sitting here trying to wrap my head around what was going through their mind at that exact moment. I want to know: how do people with this diagnosis usually decide to end it? The doctor later acted like it was obvious, dead serious about how they did it. So now I’m wondering, is this how people with this condition typically handle things? I don't know, I'm just lost. I just want to understand. What breaks inside someone in a single heartbeat without leaving a single trace? And is there really this pattern where a doctor can just instantly guess, like, "Oh yeah, they definitely did it this way"... I mean, how could he possibly know? He hasn't even talked to them for six years.

That’s heavy. Honestly, it varies so much that I don't think searching for answers will help you... it's a brutal disease. No one can truly know what went down in someone's head at that second. As much as we want to make sense of it, we have to accept that the brain is the most unpredictable thing out there. It runs on impulses no one can map...
Who knows what happened in there... hang in there and try not to let it eat you alive...

Some close family of mine tried to end it all during one of her episodes... she described it as this crushing chest pain, just pure, overwhelming sorrow, feeling totally rejected... even physical pain right in the heart... she couldn't eat for anything, just stayed bedridden... deep depression
you've also got the paranoia kicking in—that feeling that someone's out to get you, so you try to beat them to the punch by taking your own life...
can someone break down what kind of mental breakdown she was dealing with? how was she acting toward the end?
really sorry for you 😢

velvetsailor26 said:http://www.mayoclinic.org/diseases-conditions/psychosis/symptoms-causes

I’ve been digging through this article about psychosis—and look, I know I’m not exactly some teenager—but I can't quite wrap my head around this one part. It says here: "Psychosis can be defined as a state of mental distress characterized by a progressive detachment from reality, a process that the individual isn't even aware they are undergoing "

The thing is, I am painfully, fully aware of my own descent into madness
which, honestly, is just... damn.

The second you realize what's happening, you aren't psychotic anymore. ☕

So, here’s the deal on what happened to me...
Not sure if anyone even cares, but I ended up meeting this girl who's basically been trapped by her parents for years. She's completely lost it—just totally broken. They treat her like she's some kind of criminal, keeping her locked away, and they're constantly telling her the devil is coming for her soul. It's dark.
It all started when she was sixteen; apparently, she was having full-blown hallucinations right in the middle of class. Pure hell. Talking to her, you can just tell her mind is completely fractured, but because the family wants to keep their reputation clean, nobody does a damn thing.
The problem is, she's an adult now, almost twenty. I don't even know if Child Protective Services would lift a finger at this point, which is terrifying.
What am I supposed to do? Her mom is a doctor, for God's sake, yet she's doing nothing but locking her daughter in the house so the neighbors won't see.
😢Unbelievable.