Schizophrenia - General Discussion

Nicole Barrett76, honestly? The best cure for losing your mind is just staying busy and keeping some damn order in your life.

But we live in America, so good luck with that—it’s basically impossible here.👋

David Vaughn75 said:Nicole Barrett76, honestly? The best cure for losing your mind is just staying busy and keeping some damn order in your life.

But we live in America, so good luck with that—it’s basically impossible here.👋

And then there are those antipsychotics and various other psychiatric medications.

Nicole Barrett76 said:And then there are those antipsychotics and various other psychiatric medications.

Look, those things—they just take the edge off the psychosis symptoms... they aren't actually going to fix the underlying disease itself.

They’ll get it sorted once they figure out what's actually causing it

Arthur Jackson8 said:I’m not entirely sure if this is the right place to bring this up, but I’ve been wondering about something. Is it considered a specific type of mental illness when someone is genuinely convinced they're being followed or stalked by someone else, even when there isn't actually any truth to it?

I actually deal with this myself... and I find myself asking that exact same question quite often. That feeling that everything revolves around you—that people are following you or spying on your every move.
I can't really offer much insight, other than saying it is an incredibly unsettling experience. It’s anything but pleasant. People often refer to it as some kind of schizophrenia... 🤦

Laura Castillo6 said:They’ll get it sorted once they figure out what's actually causing it

Yeah, right—as if. They aren't going to solve anything because Big Pharma is sitting on a literal gold mine, and they sure as hell aren't about to walk away from that kind of money.

Hey everyone, I’m not entirely sure if this is the right thread for this, but I really wanted to get your take on some things I've been going through:
I'm 35 now. Back when I was around 18 or 19, I had these rough nights where I just couldn't sleep—my head would go to some pretty dark places, even thinking about suicide...
Back then, I wasn't exactly winning any prizes with the ladies, so I ended up drifting into the gay scene.
Fast forward about ten years, and I hadn't actually been with a woman since... until one night after a few drinks, I ended up hooking up with a close friend from work. We were really tight, you know?
She fell for me, and we decided to tie the knot.
My parents were actually thrilled about the whole thing—mostly because they'd heard rumors floating around that I was gay anyway.
We have a daughter now, and man, I am just so proud of her. I love her more than anything...
A few months back, I picked up a new TV.
Not even a month later, I had a day off and spent the whole time watching cartoons with my little girl. Once she finally went to bed, I settled back in to watch some TV myself. Around 10 PM, my wife snaps at me, "When are you going to stop obsessing over that TV? I haven't been able to watch a single show today because of you."
In that moment, I just snapped. I grabbed the new TV—which, mind you, I haven't even finished paying off yet—and started slamming it against the table. Of course, I smashed it to pieces, and I just started screaming, "There! There's your TV! Go ahead and watch your soap operas now!"
It's not the first time, either. A while back, after losing a job I really wanted, I went on a tear and smashed every light switch in the house. Or once, while I was operating a forklift at the warehouse, I chased down a coworker who was messing with me, yelling that I was going to run him over. I just... I lose it on people sometimes.
To be clear, though, I don't hear voices, I don't see people who aren't there, I don't see aliens, I don't have a chip in my head, I don't have memory gaps, and I don't think anyone is following me or bugging me.
But still, I talk to myself quite a bit, my temper is incredibly short, I've had suicidal thoughts, and I've broken things around the house...
Am I losing my mind?

ruggedrider10 said:Hey everyone, I’m not entirely sure if this is the right thread for this, but I really wanted to get your take on some things I've been going through:
I'm 35 now. Back when I was around 18 or 19, I had these rough nights where I just couldn't sleep—my head would go to some pretty dark places, even thinking about suicide...
Back then, I wasn't exactly winning any prizes with the ladies, so I ended up drifting into the gay scene.
Fast forward about ten years, and I hadn't actually been with a woman since... until one night after a few drinks, I ended up hooking up with a close friend from work. We were really tight, you know?
She fell for me, and we decided to tie the knot.
My parents were actually thrilled about the whole thing—mostly because they'd heard rumors floating around that I was gay anyway.
We have a daughter now, and man, I am just so proud of her. I love her more than anything...
A few months back, I picked up a new TV.
Not even a month later, I had a day off and spent the whole time watching cartoons with my little girl. Once she finally went to bed, I settled back in to watch some TV myself. Around 10 PM, my wife snaps at me, "When are you going to stop obsessing over that TV? I haven't been able to watch a single show today because of you."
In that moment, I just snapped. I grabbed the new TV—which, mind you, I haven't even finished paying off yet—and started slamming it against the table. Of course, I smashed it to pieces, and I just started screaming, "There! There's your TV! Go ahead and watch your soap operas now!"
It's not the first time, either. A while back, after losing a job I really wanted, I went on a tear and smashed every light switch in the house. Or once, while I was operating a forklift at the warehouse, I chased down a coworker who was messing with me, yelling that I was going to run him over. I just... I lose it on people sometimes.
To be clear, though, I don't hear voices, I don't see people who aren't there, I don't see aliens, I don't have a chip in my head, I don't have memory gaps, and I don't think anyone is following me or bugging me.
But still, I talk to myself quite a bit, my temper is incredibly short, I've had suicidal thoughts, and I've broken things around the house...
Am I losing my mind?

Please, go get some help. The first step is simple: just get a referral to see a psychiatrist.
Leave the "crazy" jokes and all that other nonsense for different subreddits.

I’m sorry if my last post came off a bit too intense or used a term that felt out of place.
To be honest, I was dealing with some pretty dark thoughts about suicide a long time ago—we're talking 15 or 16 years back—but I haven't felt that way in forever. Back then, though, things would get physical; I’d end up smashing light switches all over the house, and just recently, I actually broke a new TV...
Does that sound dangerous to you guys?

ruggedrider10 said:I’m sorry if my last post came off a bit too intense or used a term that felt out of place.
To be honest, I was dealing with some pretty dark thoughts about suicide a long time ago—we're talking 15 or 16 years back—but I haven't felt that way in forever. Back then, though, things would get physical; I’d end up smashing light switches all over the house, and just recently, I actually broke a new TV...
Does that sound dangerous to you guys?

What do you think?
And more importantly, what would your kid think?

I honestly don't even know where my head is at with this one—the little guy is just way too young to actually process or feel anything like that yet...

Are you kidding me right now? 🤔

Look, let's get real here. You’re throwing things around the house and smashing appliances—it doesn't matter how small they are. That kind of behavior creates noise, it creates tension, and it's going to mess with her head—there's honestly no way around it. What are you even looking for from us? A diagnosis? You aren't going to find one here, especially not in this thread. If you actually think you need a medical opinion or some kind of professional help, you need to talk to a psychiatrist. I already told you how to go about finding one. Over and out.

X.61, F 20, wait—is there any chance this post is actually too short? This world just feels... gross. People are so twisted and mean, and life is honestly such a struggle. Every single day I’m scrolling through the news, feeling this weird envy while listening to stories about who died or who got caught in a crossfire. 😁

David Newman11 said:X.61, F 20, wait—is there any chance this post is actually too short? This world just feels... gross. People are so twisted and mean, and life is honestly such a struggle. Every single day I’m scrolling through the news, feeling this weird envy while listening to stories about who died or who got caught in a crossfire. 😁

Do not allow yourself to be so envious. Why not go and witness, for instance, how tank crews suffer in Syria, particularly when those vehicles take a direct hit from indirect fire?

Think instead of the sporadic street riots in Ukraine, where individuals are brutally beaten and bloodied simply because they fell under suspicion of working against Ukraine (and Novorossiya). Or consider that one specific man who took a bullet in a cafe in Mariupol—a man who perhaps could have been saved if only emergency services had arrived in time; his heart was beating strong, yet he took a shot to the temple. And those special forces units carrying out the operation in their body armor? They acted as if they were merely photographing the cafe while they were actually opening fire on it. Then there is the plight of the forty people living up in that building in Odessa owned by the AFL-CIO; even if they don't burn to death, they might break themselves to death jumping from windows just to escape with their lives.

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I believe that life is only truly difficult when it becomes genuinely unbearable. Is life not hard enough when you lose more than one immediate family member to war? Is it not difficult enough when you can no longer move or feed yourself independently, or when your mental faculties decline to the level of a three-year-old due to Alzheimer's? When you fall ill with cancer, and that disease slowly ravages your insides until only a massive dose of morphine offers any relief—if it helps at all? Or when you are drowning in depression, or hearing voices despite being on heavy medication?

Why does it feel like we’re the most self-aware group of people when it comes to all this mental health BS?

Laura Castillo6 said:Why does it feel like we’re the most self-aware group of people when it comes to all this mental health BS?

Honestly, it’s because we’ve already lost our minds—but only because we’re the ones actually seeing how broken everything is. We see that there’s no real help coming and zero hope for things getting any better tomorrow. It's just grim like that.🐔

David Vaughn75 said:Honestly, it’s because we’ve already lost our minds—but only because we’re the ones actually seeing how broken everything is. We see that there’s no real help coming and zero hope for things getting any better tomorrow. It's just grim like that.🐔

Exactly. I always think of it like a game of Rock, Paper, Scissors, but on a cosmic scale: Earth, the Sun, the Moon, and then, of course, life itself.😵

Laura Castillo6 said:Why does it feel like we’re the most self-aware group of people when it comes to all this mental health BS?

It truly feels as though a profound awareness of this surrounding nonsense comes first, and the mental struggle follows as a direct consequence.

There are verses from the Bhagavad Gita—I can't recall the exact chapter—where "God" speaks along these lines:

The absence of craving, the lack of attachment, the desire to withdraw from the masses, the recognition of the misery inherent in the material world, and the philosophical pursuit of Truth are all considered noble and useful. Everything else is simply worth discarding.

Those battling mental illness often possess maaaany of those very qualities.

Since the words of this divine speaker have endured through countless generations, I find myself believing them far more than I do these modern, incentivized psychologists who claim that if you aren't constantly active on social media, you're somehow mentally misguided.

The world is just one big, messy headache—I still remember how this whole damn existence always seemed to find a way to kick me while I was down, and frankly, the people in it weren't much better

David Vaughn75 said:Honestly, it’s because we’ve already lost our minds—but only because we’re the ones actually seeing how broken everything is. We see that there’s no real help coming and zero hope for things getting any better tomorrow. It's just grim like that.🐔

There's definitely some truth to that.