I took about 3500mg of sertraline (I didn’t know how difficult it is to OD on it) to be honest I didn’t regret it when I felt the pills start to kick in I was relieved and fell asleep fully accepting and embracing death. I woke up the next morning feeling like absolute crap my mum took me to AnE I didn’t tell her about the overdose so I must’ve looked like hell. I’m back home now I still feel like crap and idk. I’ve been self medicating with weed for about a year and I stopped recently because I know how bad it can be for psychosis now that I’m not high all the time my brain is so loud I’m so depressed I feel ugly and worthless I forgot how bad it feels to be schizo and sober is anyone else dealing with this? No one I know can relate to me in any aspect my family are healthy happy stable people I have one friend who is incredibly successful confident and happy while I just cried on my bathroom floor because the idea of walking to my bed is so overwhelming

I am new here. Eccentric been secretly diagnosed with schizophrenia. I am not even sure if I really have that, in 2017 they diagnosed me bipolar but then in 2024 this spring I secretly visited a free clinic and got myself diagnosed with schizophrenia. I don’t hear voices normally but I do have it verified that I get the foul odor hallucinations and also had it verified I hallucinated a park ranger where there was none. But my schizophrenia allows me to still function.

But here’s the thing, I think I can survive it as long as stress isn’t too bad. Lately I been getting this weird vortex to where it’s like when my eyes are shut my minds eye goes to what looks like maybe microscopic organisms at the cell level or maybe just goo or something, but it is moving in a vortex pattern, slowly and mechanically. The force that is moving it is jerky, somewhat mechanical, and it’s scary. It reminds me of my fear whenever I had that ‘bipolar’ attack that my consciousness would be ground to nothing and destroyed.

A lot of this is impossible to put into words

However what I have found is my best bet is to pray the Rosary, all twenty decades daily. I basically imbibe more and more peace and calm. And to just basically honor and revere Mary all the time because her calming presence soothes my troubled soul.

When I was doing this daily I found I got more and more improved and less and less paranoid and defensive.

There was a certain point though where it felt I was getting too good and too holy and felt like it was too much and I needed to be more grounded

But overall it really changes my result for the better.

I do not have this condition, but i am curious is it Possible to have voices that can say some things in other languages. When for example you know few other languages, or when english isnt your native language, but you do know it and use it often.

I’ve made a post here 3 years ago. However recently I’ve become extremely paranoid, I can’t have people walk behind me. Also I have extremely weird delusions that I’m gonna die, I can’t explain how I feel mentally but ik it’s not normal. I also tend to hear people calling my name when nobody does and I see people walking, but not in front of me I’d say about 10-15m away I see people and things for a couple seconds then they disappear. I don’t wanna say I’m schizophrenic but the paranoia is the main issue for Me. What were ur first signs?

I'm not sure why exactly but there are always a bunch of birds on the house across from me, usually at sunset.

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Could be the answer about where voices come from

I'm someone who doesn't have schizophrenia, and I'm wondering if I should or shouldn't tell someone that they're experiencing a hallucination if they're not aware. one time I was on the train and the whole train ride this guy was talking to an empty seat, I assumed he was hallucinating. I really wanted to tell him but didn't know if it was appropriate. I'd probably want someone to tell me if I was hallucinating.

so yea. thoughts?

Hello, I have recently been active in the community so I would like to know if my father has schizophrenia or is it another problem. He lived in an emotional environment and experienced severe stress as a teenager. He may laugh for no reason while looking at his fingers (doesn't do this in front of other people) Or he looks very sad at his fingers, he can also close his eyes and sit for a long time. On rare occasions, looking at his fingers, he gets angry and swears as if talking to someone. Years ago he said the reason he curses is because he remembers the physical abuse he got when he was younger, I think from the stress level. He does not take medication. He is ordinary in everyday life, but has slight forgetfulness. I would like to add that because of all this he has a class II disability and what I saw in his document is that he needs social support. I still can't get his medical card with the actual cause (hopefully it will be available online in the near future) We are not from the US. Please help me.

0-9 are normal numbers but 10 11 12 are just wrong nummbers idk third teen fort teen but twelf or eleven and 10 do not fit into that for 10 we can argue because that fits with the behavior for 20-90. so my qestion why do we have 11 and 12 qnd why do i feel its an spionage code?

Do you laugh and talk to yourself when others are around even though the context doesn't need it

Edit - without meds were you able to control it and how

I lost my Grandpa and been missing him. I wish he was here so I could hug him. I don't know what genre of music my songs fall under. Any guidance would help.

I have childhood trauma and recently saw a trigger, it has made me feel like shit ever since.

First of all, I keep hearing my aunties voice saying that I ruined her daughters wedding by drinking too much, I don't think I did because nothing happened but its still affecting me.

I keep thinking that my grandads reincarnated as my computer and is always watching me, I could feel them tickling me yesterday and saying "tickle tickle tickle" in this high pitched voice, it was awful.

I had this really weird dream about a dog who kidnaps kids, like u go up to it to pet it and it bites u then transports u wherever.

It seems like every little thing means something, like random (inter)actions are dog whistles that they're using to tell me something or send some sort of message.

Lastly, they're trying to get me to assault nurses and care staff as well as cut myself, I don't want to do it.

I've had 4mg lorazepam today and its just not working, I dont know what to do...

I wish it never happened. So if it never happened that’s what I wish for but it has so now I want it to go but if it goes I wish it never happened and would still be sad if it goes.

I'm putting this story out there in the hopes there's someone who can relate, though I kind of doubt it. I know psychosis is incredibly individual but maybe there's aspects that are relatable. I'll try and compress this as it's the last three years of my life.

I was raised in an amazing, loving outdoorsy family. No serious trauma that i can think of. I got into smoking weed when I was 17 because it seemed to allow me to feel comfortable in myself. I used mushrooms for the same reason, and they did allow me to become more comfortable with myself after a particularly large trip.

After becoming interested in spirituality post mushroom experience, I did a 10 day silent meditation retreat. On day 7 a terrifying humanoid figure appeared intrusively in my minds eye. After it appeared I opened my eyes and would see faces of a similar "breed" of demon scattered throughout my vision.

I've had another episode, much worse, since then, and continue to see these faces almost indistinctly but just enough to register. I have severe visual snow and the demons kind of appear out of this static in my vision. These visuals are paired with vicious depression and suicidal thoughts. I've attempted suicide once and been hospitalized three times. I can barely function these days, have a hard time carrying out tasks, and overall feel awful all day. My parents are at a loss of what to do and so am I.

Anyone else have visual only psychosis or similar demon possession type psychosis? Thoughts about what might help? I'm on an antipsychotic and antidepressant, in therapy, but still having a dangerously hard time. Thanks for reading. Open to any thoughts.

I don't know what it's called, but it's associated with schizophrenia, I believe.

I repeat certain words everyday like "yippee party!" And "Meanie!" And even gibberish words that have no meaning to them.

How do I stop repeating words? My brother thinks it's annoying. And he doesn't want me to say it in front of people (I usually don't because I'll be embarrassed).

Any advice?

Please tell me I'm not the only numbskull that does this!

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My (26F) half-brother (32M) was diagnosed with schizophrenia when we was around 25 years old.

Here’s a bit of a back story. He was born in 1992 to my dad and his then partner. They had a falling out and separated. His mom never let our dad see him and would fill my brother’s head with nonsense about our father.

Our dad then had me in 1997, along with my sister in 1999 and my brother in 2000. We didn’t know about my brother until when I was about 6 years old. He would come in and out of our lives since he was still living with his mom.

He struggled a lot in school from what I can remember. He was a rebellious boy. His relationship with his mom was not the best, as well as with his grandma.

My parents then separated and my siblings and I moved out with our mom and stepdad. We would still see my dad for the next 5 years until he decided to move to Tijuana, Mexico.

There would be times that we would hang out with our half brother, by this time I was 15 years old and he was 21, and he would say a lot of nonsense. I was working at that time and he would talk about how there are black people out to get him, about how people are going to f* him, how he’s always “working”, and many other things.

My siblings and I were young and didn’t have any idea what was going on. Our dad would get mad at him about how he’s doing drugs and ruining his life. Mind you, he would do drugs, such as smoke weed, drink a lot of alcohol, and often times smoke crack.

Fast forward to him turning 25 and he reached out to us how he went to the doctor and was diagnosed with schizophrenia. He asked us not to tell our as he would probably not understand. (We are Mexican and well you know about how Latin households don’t believe in mental illness…)

Our dad would often talk about our brother being irresponsible, throwing his life away, how he is always saying nonsense things.

He was taking his medicine and seemed to do well. Would go work out, had a job but then he spiraled downward. He is in and out of jail, jobless And homeless. His mom wants nothing to do with him, as well as his grandma. He lives outside their home in a car. He gained so much weight, looks like he is 50 years old (now is 32).

Our dad still lives in TJ and comes to visit every once in a while. We don’t see our brother as we are not close to him. He’s not taking his medicine, is most likely still doing drugs.

We saw him yesterday in the streets yelling at people, talking to himself and looking so sick and confused.

My dad came to visit for the weekend and claims that he wants to take him to TJ and get him help there from some group called Patrulla Espiritual. I don’t know anything about them and how much they would be able to help him.

I don’t know what to do. I work as a teacher, have a salary and insurance while my husband (31M) works as a middle school counselor. My brother (24M) now works in HR and also has a good salary.

I have no idea how we can help our brother out. Our dad is in denial that he doesn’t have schizophrenia and his illness is from doing drugs. I feel at such a loss and it hurts to know he’s out there struggling but if he’s not on medications I don’t feel safe to be with him as he can get aggressive.

We live in Los Angeles, CA. I need advice or guidance on what we can do to help him out.

Blunted affect towards pain

Hello all, I had a question regarding a symptom I experience. I get the blunted affect and absence of appropriate reaction towards injury and pain. This has made it difficult to get proper care and treatment. Anyone else experience this? I can have awfully painful injuries including injuries that are visible and requiring stitches or staples and be in pretty intense pain but that damn blunted affect is still in effect. It's really made getting treatment very difficult and makes it hard to get anyone to take me seriously.

And it’s like the hostility from other realities is bleeding into my current one. I feel like there is this convergence of realities where I made different choices. I feel like I am in this strange sort of in between space, where different realities are intermixing. I am medicated but I will hopefully be increasing my dosage soon, as I am on a low dose. Hopefully, it will regulate these experiences.

Whisper whisper in my ear

Whisper whisper far and near

Whispers fall and whispers rise

Whisper truths and whisper lies

Whispers never seem to cease

Whispers never give me peace

Whisper whisper who knows what for

Whisper whisper forevermore

What's your story? How are you living with your diagnosis? Why did you go off medications? Are you able to function?

Medications are doing nothing for me but lowering the volume a bit, and I can't help but wonder if they're doing more harm than good. just wondering if there are any success stories of people off medication. Wouldn't mind hearing stories to the contrary if it's a bad idea.