whitetaildeer
Wreck & Rule
- Aug 5, 2024
- 330
Hi everyone, I made a thread a while back about stress-induced psychosis, but to be honest, I was in a lot of denial about my mental health. I've lied to a lot of people, including myself, and hidden this part of me, out of insecurity.
I've been medically recognized with schizophrenia since I was 12 years old. I was even on antipsychotics for a while until 2021. I then lost access to them altogether in 2022, when I came to live with my father. I am not allowed to take medication of any kind while under his roof; at best, I'll get the shit beat out of me and have my pills thrown out, and at worst, I will be evicted altogether. He knows I have schizophrenia, as well as serious other problems, and his "solution" for me is to suck it up and "think my way out of it by using my brain God gifted me with". If I want to self-medicate, I have to drink alcohol, which helps with the stress to some degree that comes with hallucinating episodically, but makes me ten times more willing to act on my delusions.
Obviously, all of this has had devastating results for my emotional and mental well-being, and my personal life. It's kind of also my own fault, to be frank. I was arrogant enough to believe I didn't need antipsychotics for some time, and that I just had to have enough self-control to "think my way out of it", like my father has told me for so long.
I'm moving out soon, getting my life together, and I will then finally be able to get back on medication. Until then, I do have to wait things out. The wait is torturous, and I'm going crazy. This isn't the worst episode I've had, but it's certainly up there, and it's eating me alive. I'm desperate for any tips or coping mechanisms, even if they're small or only help for 5 seconds. If anyone has any I'd deeply appreciate it.
I've been medically recognized with schizophrenia since I was 12 years old. I was even on antipsychotics for a while until 2021. I then lost access to them altogether in 2022, when I came to live with my father. I am not allowed to take medication of any kind while under his roof; at best, I'll get the shit beat out of me and have my pills thrown out, and at worst, I will be evicted altogether. He knows I have schizophrenia, as well as serious other problems, and his "solution" for me is to suck it up and "think my way out of it by using my brain God gifted me with". If I want to self-medicate, I have to drink alcohol, which helps with the stress to some degree that comes with hallucinating episodically, but makes me ten times more willing to act on my delusions.
Obviously, all of this has had devastating results for my emotional and mental well-being, and my personal life. It's kind of also my own fault, to be frank. I was arrogant enough to believe I didn't need antipsychotics for some time, and that I just had to have enough self-control to "think my way out of it", like my father has told me for so long.
I'm moving out soon, getting my life together, and I will then finally be able to get back on medication. Until then, I do have to wait things out. The wait is torturous, and I'm going crazy. This isn't the worst episode I've had, but it's certainly up there, and it's eating me alive. I'm desperate for any tips or coping mechanisms, even if they're small or only help for 5 seconds. If anyone has any I'd deeply appreciate it.
Last edited: