Noah Garcia4 said:Since when did you start hallucinating about a cure? ☕
Sometimes I have these little delusions that I’m actually healthy—it’s quite a strange sensation, really—and honestly, I feel like I ought to go find a doctor just to prescribe me some pills to keep the illusion going. Because, let’s be real here—if I’m eventually going to lose my mind, I might as well go out in a blaze of glory and do it properly, right? Either full-blown madness or nothing at all. There is no middle ground in this weary existence.😁
What exactly are you even saying? If you go and get yourself electrocuted—God forbid, though I suppose some people live for that kind of thrill—you’ll end up glowing like a damn Christmas tree. Honestly, the sheer absurdity of the imagery... it's enough to make one lose faith in the modern age.🙂
Look, you’re just trying to light the way for all of us—that's what you're doing—and I know it isn't some selfish grab for attention or anything of the sort. I see right through it. Trust me, I really do.😁
So, let’s get into it—suppose I actually have schizophrenia. What then? What’s the move? People just look at you and say, "Just take your meds, you're crazy, and you'll be stuck like this forever." It’s always the same tired script. They tell me I’m broken, that my brain is permanently off the rails, and they expect me to just accept this new, diminished version of myself as my permanent reality. But I have to ask—how am I supposed to ever be "normal" again if the only solution offered is to chemically lobotomize my very existence? How does one find balance when the cure feels just as hollow as the condition?