I'm not sure whether my current diagnosis is bipolar (it was for a number of years in the past) or schizoaffective disordeer, bipolar type. It got changed because I had delusions outside of a manic episode. The delusions shifted and changed a lot so there's a lot to describe. Most of the time they were frightening, paranoid type delusions, although for a short while they were grandiose like manic delusions.
They were fed by ideas of reference. I got messages from the TV, radio, music, newspaper, books. I just saw a lot of things and thought they were talking about me in a veiled, coded way. I thought every movie, every book, every song, every newspaper article etc. was about me. At times I thought I was the reborn Christ with miraculous powers. At times I thought I was in some kind of matrix like simulation. Maybe asleep or comatose and dreaming. Mostly I thought there were cameras everywhere and I was being recorded and broadcast. I thought my family were all actors, not really related to me.
The messages I was getting were often very hostile and scary. I thought something very bad will happen to me. One idea was that I would be blinded and kept in a little cage and tortured for ever. I was hospitalised and felt that the other patients were talking about me and all the art pictures on the wall were related to me too. It took a long time to get better and I've never been 100% since then. The antipsychotic meds made me gain weight which I've only managed to lose some, not all of it but I keep taking them because the experience was so frightening. I don't want to go that crazy again. It was probably triggered by me going off all my meds at once, cold turkey. Lithium, antipsychs, benzos and antidepressants.
I had a similar but not quite as bad experience when I was 17 and I smoked meth for two months. I thought my friends were all trying to kill me and that there were cameras secretly recording me. But that time I didn't think it was a global conspiracy, just a few people.
The fact of not being able to be completely free of all this makes me want to die even more. I partly believe that I am just in a simulation and killing myself will mean I wake up to the true reality. I still see messages, particularly in music.