Rebecca Rivera3 said:I am the first one to argue that mental disorders and illnesses definitely need treatment. But don't go rushing in unless you are absolutely certain. Sometimes, the mind perceives an illness where none exists, and then you end up convinced you have it, and because the psyche identifies with it, you actually fall ill.
It is vital to proceed with caution, even when dealing with highly trained professionals.
Carol Barrett2, I really hope you manage to secure that disability benefits package. Honestly, regardless of whether I think you actually have it, if you have a diagnosis of paranoid schizophrenia, they are obligated to provide disability based on that. You should look into your rights further so you don't have to wander around psychiatric facilities if it isn't necessary.
If the liver is damaged, it starts to enlarge—I'm not entirely sure why, but that's how it manifests on an X-ray.
Well... whether I take pills or not, it doesn't bother me. It regenerates itself from time to time. I once had jaundice... if you get that, things aren't looking good, haha.
Look, your prescription is measured by a machine. You sit down, look at an image through a lens, and the device prints out a slip with your prescription. There is no cheating there... even if people don't believe you or whatever. The eye chart test is just a leftover part of the exam to check visual acuity and fine-tune the prescription.
You are describing things so vividly that I can almost see the white blood cells. My advice to you is: don't tell anyone like that, or they might think... well, that you are schizoid. And look... it is very possible to see flying flashes, like little specks. Google it; it's a real thing. I used to see bright spots too; that's just light phenomena. It is almost always harmless and passes on its own.
But I don't know your specific case or anything regarding your eyes; an ophthalmologist needs to perform a full, detailed examination. Maybe you'll need some drops or something...
Oh, and for the record, I can hear someone from 30 or 40 feet away... my hearing is excellent.
Look, I’ll be the first one to step up and say that mental health issues and illnesses absolutely need treatment—period. But, you know, don't go rushing into anything unless you're 100% sure what you're dealing with. It’s a weird thing, how the mind works sometimes... people can see an illness where there isn't even one, and then—boom—it's like a self-fulfilling prophecy. You start believing you're sick, and then your psyche just goes, "Oh, okay, this is happening now," and suddenly, you actually are. It's a trip.
You really have to watch your step even when you’re dealing with the "experts"—those people who act like they have everything figured out just because they have a fancy degree or a title. It's easy to get swept up in their confidence, but honestly? You still need to be careful. Just because someone sounds authoritative doesn't mean they aren't full of it.
The first time I went in, I kept my mouth shut—didn't really open up to them—so they just slapped me with a psychosis diagnosis and called it a day. But once I actually started being honest about what was going on, after getting hammered on Alazur, Lupinex, and Xanax... well, then suddenly it’s "paranoid schizophrenia." Typical.
Carol Barrett2, I really hope you manage to pull that disability claim through. Honestly, even if you don't have it yet—and let’s be real, with a diagnosis of paranoid schizophrenia, they basically owe you that benefit regardless—it’s worth the fight. You should definitely dig a little deeper into your rights; there's no point in being stuck bouncing around mental health facilities if you can avoid it.
It’s honestly pretty much impossible to get anything done around here—it feels like the system is rigged against you and the government isn't exactly lifting a finger to help. Look, I’m not even looking to collect disability for myself; I just want to be able to actually support my mom with hers and maybe invest a little bit in my own future for once. I’ve been weighing my options—do I try selling stuff at a local farmers market, or should I put that money toward some actual education? Maybe get certified in computer work or pick up a new language so I can actually land a decent job. But man, it’s going to be an uphill battle. Like I mentioned before, I’ve been sleeping way too much lately—half the day is just gone—and I’ve mostly just been stuck in my own head. Still, if I could just get things moving, I could at least help my mom out a little.
So, when the liver gets damaged, it starts to swell up—I'm not entirely sure about the exact biological "why" behind it, but that’s how it shows up on an MRI.
I honestly have no clue how they even figure this stuff out. All I know is that back when I was lying next to her, I had this weird mark on my stomach—it actually cleared up right after I got the IV fluids. Who knows? Everything seemed totally fine at the time.
Whatever... honestly, whether I'm taking my pills or not, I couldn't care less. It just resets itself every once in a while anyway—plus, I’ve dealt with jaundice before. If you actually start turning yellow, then you know you're in real trouble, haha.
I honestly had no idea they were all that bad—like, I thought they were just... pills? I didn't realize the whole lot was such a massive letdown.
Look, there’s no cheating the system when it comes to eye exams. You sit down, stare at some picture through a little lens, and then—boom—the machine spits out a printout with your exact prescription right there on paper. It’s all automated, so if someone tries to tell you the numbers are wrong or whatever... well, they can't really argue with the data. As for that part where they have you read letters off a chart? That’s just the final touch—it’s basically just checking your visual acuity to fine-tune everything and make sure the prescription is actually perfect.
I’ve actually been through that myself. Had it checked out—my distance vision is worse in one eye than the other.
You're describing things so vividly that people might think you're seeing white blood cells. Honestly, my advice? Don't describe it like that to just anyone, or they'll start thinking... well, that you're schizo. And look... it's totally possible to see light flashes, kind of like little crumbs floating around... Google it, it's a thing. I used to see these bright spots too, which is just phosphenes. It's almost always harmless and usually just goes away on its own.
The reason I describe it that way is because I don't know any other way to put it. I figured out what all this stuff is a long time ago, and there are specific tests to diagnose it. I'm not sure if anyone else here even does those. These spots that bother me are floaters—they look like tiny amoebas drifting through my field of vision. As for the other thing, the blood cell thing, that's the entoptic bluefield vision phenomenon. I get flashes occasionally too; I've read up on it and searched for it, maybe it's optic neuritis or something like that. Luckily, it isn't getting much worse. This whole situation has just been creeping up on me for decades now.
But hey, I don't know anything about your specific case or eye issues—you really ought to have an ophthalmologist give you a full, detailed exam. Maybe they'd prescribe some drops or something...
They only checked my prescription, nothing else, because I didn't even bring it up. And I've got other issues too. It looks like I have low blood pressure. That's probably why I sleep so much. Basically, I'm not feeling physically great at all.
And honestly, it's possible I've had schizophrenia since I was a kid—back when I had a massive seizure and they basically had to bring me back to life. They kept me in the hospital for half a month under a diagnosis of convulsions. So, I don't think schizophrenia is something you "catch" later, since I was already living in my own little world back then—though around here we just call it being "fragile," or just sickly.
But this last decade, I've just hit rock bottom. On top of everything, my finances are a total mess. I have to fight and claw my way out of this hole because if I just give in, things will only get worse. I'm trying, but sometimes the motivation just isn't there, unfortunately.