Richard White8
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joined Oct 2015
Thanks, Harold Anderson3 and Visionary, for the response. Regarding Azolar—it was far too strong for me. The akathisia was unbearable; just constant movement and an inability to sit still. As for Risperdal, it felt like being hit in the head with a sledgehammer. I’ve never experienced anything worse. Compared to that, Haldol and Moditen were a dream. Azolar is one of the newer ones, and I hear it works wonders for some people. My current Zeldox is also relatively new—I actually lost 10 pounds on it because it completely killed my appetite.
I suspect I was given a mild diagnosis: F23.2—acute psychotic disorder similar to schizophrenia. I wasn't hospitalized. If I had been in a ward telling doctors that a snake inside me was persecuting and commanding me, or that Baphomet was hunting me, or if I had started fighting and smashing things around the house, then they would have diagnosed me with paranoid schizophrenia.
I lost four years of my life to schizophrenia. My employment contract in Washington, D.C. was terminated, and I decided to move to Cleveland to stay in my grandmother's apartment—that’s how God ordained it. Once I arrived in Cleveland, the voices started. They told me they were from God and that I had two curses to fulfill: one from a former professor and one from my mother. I had to cut them off. Consequently, I barely spoke to my mother for four years. I lived entirely under the command of those voices. I trashed half the apartment—tables, the bed, pictures off the walls, books, five different lamps. I didn't leave the house and didn't speak to anyone except my grandmother over the phone. I was fully convinced that God had decreed this suffering as a way for me to resolve these two heavy curses. On top of all that, I developed OCD. The problem is that I live alone, and there was no one there to help me. When my brother once visited from Washington, D.C., I had an aggressive outburst triggered by the voices. I told him the voices were from God and that I had these two curses. He just listened and believed me—he accepted that I was hearing voices from God and didn't react at all.
After four years of madness, I started watching Richard Dawkins on YouTube—the atheist evolutionary biologist. His logic clicked with me, and I began to believe there is no God. I looked up the symptoms of schizophrenia online, and everything matched perfectly. I went to the psychiatric ER and told them my story. They wanted to admit me, but I refused because I didn't have supplemental insurance. They barely let me leave, provided I returned for a follow-up in two days. They gave me Risperdal. Two weeks later, I scheduled an appointment with a psychiatrist who turned out to be a perfect fit. She is an incredible doctor—highly knowledgeable and truly understanding. She wasn't in favor of hospitalization either, so we started outpatient treatment.
It’s been just under two years since then. I haven't found steady work yet, and I have a gap in my resume that I've filled with freelance translation work (which is true, as I did translate). What else am I supposed to say in a job interview? That I was in a severe psychosis for four years? Honestly, I can't believe what happened to me—I grieve for those lost years. It feels as though someone stole my life.
And I find myself wondering why I deserved this. I was compassionate, kind, helped others, and believed in God, only to end up here. Since then, I no longer believe in God. Now, I believe in some sort of force—I don't know what—and I believe in medication, antipsychotics, and my other friends.