Schizophrenia - General Discussion

Chloe Flores83 said:What does God look like? It’s impossible to put into words!

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Thanks for the input. Now I know exactly where I stand, but honestly, it doesn't even matter much. 😁

Chloe Flores83, I wasn't actually there with you—honestly, my spirit was just going through such an intense period of suffering. I’ve never been an aggressive person; the one time I ever truly clashed was during a single argument with my sister. Back then, I felt this overwhelming sadness because I genuinely believed I had passed away—that everyone around me had grown old while I was gone—but after my "death," everything felt fresh again, filled with new people, and I realized things would eventually be okay. Everything feels brand new now! I spent so much time grieving because I couldn't stop thinking about a parallel universe where my entire family is living in mourning because of me—it made dealing with my suicide attempt and the weight of what I "did" absolutely unbearable. That is exactly why I would never, ever go through with it again. The spiritual agony I endured because of that choice was immense. It is a heavy, serious sin. If only I could go back and say I never even tried, but... well, what happened, happened.

As for those strange occurrences, I have definitely heard stories about them existing. When I was in that state—just a spirit, really—I would wake up in the morning while everyone else was still asleep. I’d be sitting there, lost in thought about death and God, when suddenly—out of nowhere!—the TV would just click on by itself and start playing songs, or I’d see messages pop up downstairs saying "good morning" or "happy birthday." That is what I remember most vividly.

Jamie Lewis said:👍
Thanks for the input. Now I know exactly where I stand, but honestly, it doesn't even matter much. 😁

God is perfect. Simple as that. It’s honestly beyond comprehension! All the best to you. I actually have this one thought regarding God—it goes something like this: A man cannot be God, yet God can certainly be a man. Quite an interesting paradox, don't you think?

Intheblue 🙂

Chloe Flores83 said:I can't keep up either, but that whole spirit thing is pretty interesting. Maybe you were visiting me? Someone was definitely moving things around and tossing stuff all over my house. 🙂
But seriously, there have been times where I've found clothes completely crumpled up, turned inside out, or just in the totally wrong spot. Or I'll wake up and find leaves from a vase scattered on the floor on the other side of the room. No big deal, I just put them back in the vase, then the next day they're somewhere else again. One time, a knife fell between the sink and the stove and I couldn't get it out for the life of me. Three months later, I find it sitting right in a drawer. How is that even possible when I live alone?! I figured the GPS light turning on by itself was just a bad connection, but this stuff with the knife and everything else... there's more, too, but I won't ramble too much. Does anyone have an explanation for this, or maybe a similar experience?

I live alone, so there's a chance someone could actually be stealing food from my fridge—and it definitely isn't my dog, since he can't even reach the handle. But the explanation is pretty simple. I opened the fridge to grab some radishes for a salad, only to find they were gone, vanished into thin air. I know for a fact they were in there. Then it hit me: I came home a few drinks in the other night, polished them off, and completely blacked out. That’s where they went. 😬

You weren't actually drunk; it’s more like the movie just cut to black, and you have no memory of what happened next. I’ve had moments like that myself—I'll find myself telling my sister the exact same story five times in a single afternoon without realizing I've already said it. It didn't even click for me until she finally pointed out how many times I'd repeated myself.

Well, justblue has already been banned—literally the same day she signed up because she turned out to be a clone of a user who was permanently banned. Everything in this country follows the rules to a T, I suppose, so there's no escaping that here.🙄

Chloe Flores83 said:I personally tend to believe that schizophrenia is mostly incurable. Some people just get lucky and learn to manage it, kind of like living with high blood pressure or diabetes. Others might be even luckier and, for some reason, stop having psychotic episodes altogether and won't need medication anymore. I'm really hoping I'm in that group. Maybe there's even a group of people who are constantly in psychosis but still function normally. I remember watching this series once where a woman learned to live alongside all seventeen of her personalities with the help of her therapist.
Have you tried the raw food thing yet? Or are you planning to? It sounds a little suspicious to me—can something as complicated as schizophrenia really be cured that easily?

Don't be such a pessimist! 🙂 Anything is possible if you have the willpower, but honestly, I think knowledge comes first. You need the right information. I tried it for two days and I was hungry constantly—which, let's face it, is totally expected. Right now, I'm too busy with work and dealing with this intense heatwave to figure it out. Once I have a week or two of actual free time, maybe I'll give it another shot after doing some more research online. For now, nothing. How are you doing? You seem very grounded to me lately. Like everything is steady and you aren't struggling with anything right now.

Angela Stewart6 said:Chloe Flores83, I wasn't actually there with you—honestly, my spirit was just going through such an intense period of suffering. I’ve never been an aggressive person; the one time I ever truly clashed was during a single argument with my sister. Back then, I felt this overwhelming sadness because I genuinely believed I had passed away—that everyone around me had grown old while I was gone—but after my "death," everything felt fresh again, filled with new people, and I realized things would eventually be okay. Everything feels brand new now! I spent so much time grieving because I couldn't stop thinking about a parallel universe where my entire family is living in mourning because of me—it made dealing with my suicide attempt and the weight of what I "did" absolutely unbearable. That is exactly why I would never, ever go through with it again. The spiritual agony I endured because of that choice was immense. It is a heavy, serious sin. If only I could go back and say I never even tried, but... well, what happened, happened.

As for those strange occurrences, I have definitely heard stories about them existing. When I was in that state—just a spirit, really—I would wake up in the morning while everyone else was still asleep. I’d be sitting there, lost in thought about death and God, when suddenly—out of nowhere!—the TV would just click on by itself and start playing songs, or I’d see messages pop up downstairs saying "good morning" or "happy birthday." That is what I remember most vividly.

My TV used to turn itself on and off like that too, though honestly, maybe it was just a bad connection or something. It doesn't happen anymore; things have finally gone back to normal. How did you interpret it all? And those messages... I know some people think God sends them through the radio or the TV. Did you feel like He was talking to you?

Robin Lopez2 said:I live alone, so there's a chance someone could actually be stealing food from my fridge—and it definitely isn't my dog, since he can't even reach the handle. But the explanation is pretty simple. I opened the fridge to grab some radishes for a salad, only to find they were gone, vanished into thin air. I know for a fact they were in there. Then it hit me: I came home a few drinks in the other night, polished them off, and completely blacked out. That’s where they went. 😬

You weren't actually drunk; it’s more like the movie just cut to black, and you have no memory of what happened next. I’ve had moments like that myself—I'll find myself telling my sister the exact same story five times in a single afternoon without realizing I've already said it. It didn't even click for me until she finally pointed out how many times I'd repeated myself.

Everyone assumes I did it all myself and just forgot, mostly because they can't think of a better logical reason. If this were happening to someone without schizophrenia, sure, they might stop and wonder. But since we've got that label attached to us, people just chalk it up to forgetfulness. Honestly, hallucinations feel like a much more likely culprit.
When you're dealing with schizophrenia, weird things happen, and you often act in ways that seem silly or nonsensical, but never quite "crazy" enough to be tossing clothes everywhere or throwing knives around the apartment, right? That's because during a psychotic episode, you're living in this parallel world where everything makes perfect sense, no matter how disconnected the pieces seem. Plus, some stuff in my place has just straight-up disappeared—like my journal and a few other things—while other stuff just shows up out of nowhere. Go ahead, try explaining that to me... just don't tell me I threw it in the trash and forgot. 🙄

Jose Ward4 said:Don't be such a pessimist! 🙂 Anything is possible if you have the willpower, but honestly, I think knowledge comes first. You need the right information. I tried it for two days and I was hungry constantly—which, let's face it, is totally expected. Right now, I'm too busy with work and dealing with this intense heatwave to figure it out. Once I have a week or two of actual free time, maybe I'll give it another shot after doing some more research online. For now, nothing. How are you doing? You seem very grounded to me lately. Like everything is steady and you aren't struggling with anything right now.

Honestly, I'm just doing okay. My biggest struggle lately is dealing with being autistic. I really don't fit in with all the superficial small talk at work, so I usually just stay quiet. Even my social circle has shrunk, so I end up spending most of my time alone, but honestly, that actually works for me right now. The hardest part about interacting with people is that I sometimes can't find the right words; it’s like certain terms have just been wiped from my vocabulary. Then I stumble through what I'm trying to say and it just comes out sounding awkward. It's so frustrating.

Chloe Flores83 said:Everyone assumes I did it all myself and just forgot, mostly because they can't think of a better logical reason. If this were happening to someone without schizophrenia, sure, they might stop and wonder. But since we've got that label attached to us, people just chalk it up to forgetfulness. Honestly, hallucinations feel like a much more likely culprit.
When you're dealing with schizophrenia, weird things happen, and you often act in ways that seem silly or nonsensical, but never quite "crazy" enough to be tossing clothes everywhere or throwing knives around the apartment, right? That's because during a psychotic episode, you're living in this parallel world where everything makes perfect sense, no matter how disconnected the pieces seem. Plus, some stuff in my place has just straight-up disappeared—like my journal and a few other things—while other stuff just shows up out of nowhere. Go ahead, try explaining that to me... just don't tell me I threw it in the trash and forgot. 🙄

We seriously need to install cameras at home. 😉

Explain my situation to me, ash tray guy: I wake up, turn on my computer, and there's a large crystal ashtray sitting on my desk. I head to the bathroom to brush my teeth, and while I'm there, I decide I'd rather have my small crystal ashtray on the desk instead of the big one. I finish up and go make some coffee. When I get back to the desk to swap them out, the small one is already sitting there, and the large one is nowhere to be found. For a split second, I actually thought I had swapped them through sheer willpower.

What do you think actually happened with those ashtrays?

Chloe Flores83 said:Honestly, I'm just doing okay. My biggest struggle lately is dealing with being autistic. I really don't fit in with all the superficial small talk at work, so I usually just stay quiet. Even my social circle has shrunk, so I end up spending most of my time alone, but honestly, that actually works for me right now. The hardest part about interacting with people is that I sometimes can't find the right words; it’s like certain terms have just been wiped from my vocabulary. Then I stumble through what I'm trying to say and it just comes out sounding awkward. It's so frustrating.

I have this strange feeling like I’ve met you before or we’ve crossed paths somewhere, but since we're just talking on this forum without seeing each other, there's no way to know. I live on the east side of town, by the way. Maybe we bumped into each other at the doctor's office? I feel like I've heard a story like yours once before, and I'm just familiar with the way you express yourself.

I don't really struggle with finding the right words—thank God for that—but I have a terrible time remembering things when they're first told to me, especially when it's coming from a beautiful woman. I just get flustered, and it ends up being kind of cute, though I'm sitting there thinking, "Man, I am such a klutz." Like the other day, I was at a local bakery and I asked the woman behind the counter three different times what kind of pastries they had. She just laughed; she wasn't even mad, but I felt like such an idiot. Then again, when I get confused at the doctor's office, people actually do get annoyed because they have to repeat themselves. It's like my memory isn't quite firing on all cylinders, and I noticed it started happening after I began taking Vair. Back when I was on Valium, I didn't have these issues at all.

@Angela Stewart6... Is suicide not a sin that varies deeply depending on the circumstances surrounding such a tragic choice? Is there truly no distinction between leaving behind a final note that places the blame for one's death upon specific individuals, or perhaps choosing to leave no word at all, leaving loved ones to wander in a fog of guilt and uncertainty? And what of the soul who leaves a letter insisting that those remaining are blameless, even going so far as to beg for forgiveness for the immense pain their departure will inevitably cause?

Some pretty interesting posts here.

Chloe Flores83 said:Everyone assumes I did it all myself and just forgot, mostly because they can't think of a better logical reason. If this were happening to someone without schizophrenia, sure, they might stop and wonder. But since we've got that label attached to us, people just chalk it up to forgetfulness. Honestly, hallucinations feel like a much more likely culprit.
When you're dealing with schizophrenia, weird things happen, and you often act in ways that seem silly or nonsensical, but never quite "crazy" enough to be tossing clothes everywhere or throwing knives around the apartment, right? That's because during a psychotic episode, you're living in this parallel world where everything makes perfect sense, no matter how disconnected the pieces seem. Plus, some stuff in my place has just straight-up disappeared—like my journal and a few other things—while other stuff just shows up out of nowhere. Go ahead, try explaining that to me... just don't tell me I threw it in the trash and forgot. 🙄

If something like this happened to a healthy person, they would easily be diagnosed with schizophrenia themselves. While there is certainly plenty that happens by accident—or rather, due to our own mistakes—there is also the element of divine intervention; God truly wants what is best for us, especially during times of illness. However, God wouldn't work against Himself for our sake. I believe Christ did perform miracles to prove His presence, but that was done once. After that comes history, and then the future. Everything is in God's hands—that is, according to His will, not ours or anyone else's for that matter.

Sin is sin—period. There is no such thing as an "addiction" that excuses the action. If you know deep down that smoking is wrecking your health, yet you keep lighting up anyway, that choice doesn't suddenly become any less damaging just because you call it a habit. It’s pure luck, divine grace, or some stroke of fate that keeps lung cancer at bay. Do you follow my logic here? Let me give you a harsh, sobering example from my own life. When I was twelve, I attempted suicide. Because of how I handled it, every doctor involved assumed I had been assaulted. That cast a massive shadow of doubt over my father—a suspicion that I can never undo or fix, and I can only imagine how much that weighed on his life. It certainly wasn't fair to him. I did what I did because I was spiraling in a pit of deep depression and utter hopelessness. While that might seem like a tangent, the truth is that I could have overcome my situation if I had simply been honest with myself—if I hadn't let the lie that "everything is hopeless" take hold of my mind. Essentially, when someone is in a suicidal state, they aren't truly themselves; they aren't living in the truth. If they were, they would either be fighting against those thoughts or they would have abandoned them entirely. 🙂

Visionary, how have you been? How's life treating you lately?

Robin Lopez2 said:We seriously need to install cameras at home. 😉

Explain my situation to me, ash tray guy: I wake up, turn on my computer, and there's a large crystal ashtray sitting on my desk. I head to the bathroom to brush my teeth, and while I'm there, I decide I'd rather have my small crystal ashtray on the desk instead of the big one. I finish up and go make some coffee. When I get back to the desk to swap them out, the small one is already sitting there, and the large one is nowhere to be found. For a split second, I actually thought I had swapped them through sheer willpower.

What do you think actually happened with those ashtrays?

It's like we should set up cameras just like in that famous movie—you know the one—where the woman travels into space and then returns, but the camera footage shows nothing but static. It all happened so fast! In the story, she traveled into deep space and was communicating with her father—who has passed away—but nobody believes her, even though she insists the whole experience lasted eighteen hours. Meanwhile, she was only in the capsule for a tiny fraction of that time. At the end of the film, an expert points out something truly bizarre: how could the recording possibly be eighteen hours long? Does anyone remember the title? It's a very famous one!

Angela Stewart6 said:It's like we should set up cameras just like in that famous movie—you know the one—where the woman travels into space and then returns, but the camera footage shows nothing but static. It all happened so fast! In the story, she traveled into deep space and was communicating with her father—who has passed away—but nobody believes her, even though she insists the whole experience lasted eighteen hours. Meanwhile, she was only in the capsule for a tiny fraction of that time. At the end of the film, an expert points out something truly bizarre: how could the recording possibly be eighteen hours long? Does anyone remember the title? It's a very famous one!

Regardless, it is a movie, and my ashtrays are real!

Angela Stewart6 said:It's like we should set up cameras just like in that famous movie—you know the one—where the woman travels into space and then returns, but the camera footage shows nothing but static. It all happened so fast! In the story, she traveled into deep space and was communicating with her father—who has passed away—but nobody believes her, even though she insists the whole experience lasted eighteen hours. Meanwhile, she was only in the capsule for a tiny fraction of that time. At the end of the film, an expert points out something truly bizarre: how could the recording possibly be eighteen hours long? Does anyone remember the title? It's a very famous one!

So, I was thinking about that movie *Contact* again. You know, the one from 1997 starring Jodie Foster? It’s such a trip. I remember watching it for the first time and being totally floored by that ending. The thing is, she doesn't actually get to have this big, emotional reunion with her father on the beach like you might expect. Instead, she’s talking to this alien entity that just happens to take the form of her dad, purely because it knows that’s the only way to bridge the gap and make communication possible. It makes me wonder. If they have technology advanced enough to build a vessel like that, it stands to reason they’ve mastered some kind of tech that allows them to tap into our consciousness. Like, they can sense our emotions or pull from our own internal energy to manifest something we can actually process. At least, that’s how I interpreted that final scene on the shore. It felt deeply personal, almost spiritual.

Robin Lopez2 said:We seriously need to install cameras at home. 😉

Explain my situation to me, ash tray guy: I wake up, turn on my computer, and there's a large crystal ashtray sitting on my desk. I head to the bathroom to brush my teeth, and while I'm there, I decide I'd rather have my small crystal ashtray on the desk instead of the big one. I finish up and go make some coffee. When I get back to the desk to swap them out, the small one is already sitting there, and the large one is nowhere to be found. For a split second, I actually thought I had swapped them through sheer willpower.

What do you think actually happened with those ashtrays?

Most people immediately hunt for a rational explanation, mostly because we're wired to be rational creatures. But a long time ago, people used to listen to their hearts. Nowadays, everyone's forgotten how to do that. We don't rely on intuition anymore, even though that's the very thing that brings us closer to God. So, look at it this way: what if all these weird little glitches are actually divine helpers giving us signs? You know, proof that the spiritual realm is real and that angels aren't just fairy tales? Or, if we admit there is a spiritual side to things, maybe they were just mischievous spirits who are thrilled they finally found someone on their frequency? Or maybe it was just some playful alien kids who, despite the rule about not interacting with Americans (since they think we're basically trash), decided to move stuff around with their minds? Honestly, maybe you tapped into that power yourself. Maybe you hit a "pink zone"—that fourth dimension where divine creative energy flows and things can just morph. And you just thought the ashtrays into a different shape. There. Done.

But... if we don't believe in God or life on other planets, then it was just a plain old fainting spell. Definitely a momentary lapse. Amnesia. A Blackout. Just a random glitch. That world without God, aliens, or higher dimensions... just us, alone in an infinite universe. Kind of terrifying, right?