
zurukunai
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- Sep 23, 2022
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early this year i was hospitalized due to a long and severe manic/psychotic episode. i never hallucinated, but my delusions were so absurd, it's almost physically painful for me to recount them
by the time i was admitted to the hospital, i had been convinced for weeks that everybody i knew was conspiring to help me somehow. i couldn't sleep more than an hour at a time and couldn't eat. the day just before i was taken in, i was convinced that the government was about to put me in witness protection as some sort of martyr because i thought i knew how to stop international conflict.
i spent 5 days in the hospital and was still completely delusional by the time they let me out, but i was behaving well enough to go, i guess. in the psych ward i thought everybody around me was a planted actor, given their roles by my internet friends
it took maybe a week for me to recover from the batshit crazy delusions, but i kept behaving in stupid manic ways until there was no way i could avoid thinking about the consequences. i fucked my life up a lot worse. the comedown led me to notice that i had been disconnected from reality for years already, living off of an inflated ego and borrowed time, lying to myself, behaving irresponsibly, etc. it's easy to recognize the over the top delusions but it hurts to try adding up all of the smaller ones that led me to a position where somehow i could convince myself of the bigger ones
i hate this. i'm only 21. as a younger teenager, as soon as i found out what bipolar disorder was, i knew it described me. in childhood i already had intense suicidal ideation. i begged for psychiatric help. my mother told me every time that i was a hypochondriac. i just chose to believe it wouldn't be a problem for me and continued with a small lifetime of shit decisions
i don't think i would have gotten to this point if i had known for sure sooner what the hell is wrong with me. i never opened up to anybody about the extent of my psychotic state. i can't bear to even try to pick up the pieces of my life anymore.
fuck this disease. it's not my only diagnosis but it's probably the one most responsible for killing me.
by the time i was admitted to the hospital, i had been convinced for weeks that everybody i knew was conspiring to help me somehow. i couldn't sleep more than an hour at a time and couldn't eat. the day just before i was taken in, i was convinced that the government was about to put me in witness protection as some sort of martyr because i thought i knew how to stop international conflict.
i spent 5 days in the hospital and was still completely delusional by the time they let me out, but i was behaving well enough to go, i guess. in the psych ward i thought everybody around me was a planted actor, given their roles by my internet friends
it took maybe a week for me to recover from the batshit crazy delusions, but i kept behaving in stupid manic ways until there was no way i could avoid thinking about the consequences. i fucked my life up a lot worse. the comedown led me to notice that i had been disconnected from reality for years already, living off of an inflated ego and borrowed time, lying to myself, behaving irresponsibly, etc. it's easy to recognize the over the top delusions but it hurts to try adding up all of the smaller ones that led me to a position where somehow i could convince myself of the bigger ones
i hate this. i'm only 21. as a younger teenager, as soon as i found out what bipolar disorder was, i knew it described me. in childhood i already had intense suicidal ideation. i begged for psychiatric help. my mother told me every time that i was a hypochondriac. i just chose to believe it wouldn't be a problem for me and continued with a small lifetime of shit decisions
i don't think i would have gotten to this point if i had known for sure sooner what the hell is wrong with me. i never opened up to anybody about the extent of my psychotic state. i can't bear to even try to pick up the pieces of my life anymore.
fuck this disease. it's not my only diagnosis but it's probably the one most responsible for killing me.