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Harold Anderson3 said:I sometimes get this nagging feeling that my psychosis is creeping back in if I work with my doctor to scale back my medication just a little too much. Honestly, ever since I was diagnosed with F20, I haven't completely stepped away from my treatment, yet I still find myself hitting rough patches every now and then. About a year and a half ago, for instance, I skipped my check-ups for six months while staying on a minimal dose; between having a few drinks here and there, the stress of classes at UCLA, pulling way too many overtime hours at work, and getting caught up in a fight on campus, everything just kind of boiled over and resulted in a three-week hospital stay. I’ve also noticed that whenever my life undergoes a sudden shift—like moving to a new apartment or starting a new job—my mental health takes a hit. My digestion goes haywire, I start stuttering quite badly, and sleep becomes almost impossible, which means I have to bump up my antipsychotics again. It stays that way until I finally settle into the new routine, at which point I can go back to a lower dose. I truly don't understand people who repeatedly stop taking their meds when they already know they struggle with psychosis. That's just not how my brain works.
Every schizophrenic probably thinks their hallucinations are unique. I mean, sure, I thought that too. But it really feels like mine were different. All my episodes felt like one continuous series. From the very beginning, I just followed one single idea and built upon it, thinking "with God, all things are possible," even when what I was doing made zero sense. Like, once I grabbed a pink trash bag full of papers I picked up near the National Academy of Sciences on Fifth Avenue and told the doorman that someone at Walmart asked me to hand it over to zvonak Kusić. Well, the story finally reached its end, and it was a total fiasco. I realize now that nothing from the last ten years had anything to do with God or my boundless faith—it was just my wild imagination and wrong beliefs. So, yeah, I don't believe in God anymore. Now I'm just curious about what happens next, since there's no more daydreaming or religious mysticism to trigger another breakdown. In my eyes, nothing else is going to happen. I need to find out for myself. And this time, I want to do it without the pills.