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I feel more motivated but still hallucinating

Help each other ? Feel free to message me.

My YT channel. https://youtu.be/wmF_Yir9v1I?feature=shared

My voices are pretending to be a girl that used to be rude to me and scare me. They keep taking her form and giving me visions of her beating me senseless with a hairbrush. I’m so scared I’m shaking and crying. Please someone help!

I don’t know where I’m at. I feel so disconnected. I can’t register with myself how I’m feeling, maybe empty. Music doesn’t make me feel the way it used to. I’m just searching for something. I keep cutting my arm with the kitchen knife. I’ve returned to therapy. I don’t know what I’m doing there. He wants us to work on figuring out now and I feel so far away from myself. I’m on autopilot running through each day and I don’t know when I’m going to run out of steam.

I know this is probably not allowed, but I'm in a desperate situation with my sister. She hasn't been able to consistently take her meds the last few weeks and just need around $20 or anything for the week. Times are tough and we only barely have enough to survive, and meds can be expensive.

We don't live in the US so there's not much options for us financially. She's currently taking Amisulpride, Lamotrigine, and Clozapine. Anything helps please, sorry if it's not allowed.

When life is deafening, can you just stand still and hear the music and laugh?

i’m having a rough night lol but it’s also great i just feel like i’m losing all progress and i’m kind of letting myself pit fall but i really don’t want to. i don’t know if there is any other way.

my question for tonight is, should i acknowledge my hallucinations/psychotic thoughts or should i shun them away.

this is my first year actually being able to realize that i really do have more hallucinations and psychotic thoughts than i previously realized and i’m having a hard time trying to figure out what to do with them

i just thought everyone was kind of like us

I was given 256 mg of invega sustenna injection about a week ago. I am having far too many side effects so the second injection scheduled for yesterday was canceled. I am having erectile dysfunction, anhedonia, stomach issues, etc. How long until the invega is out of my system and the side effects go away?

Thanks for any replies

I'm extremely affected by surroundings and social media and it's making my head hurt and twisting me about at the moment. I have a lot of empathy and it's tearing me apart.

I'm not on antipsychptics because I am too affected by side effects. I've also been abandoned by my psych team for some reason. I was referred to the new team in June and nothing came of it.

I don't really know what I can do anymore, I have to keep working but it's all Web and social media. Everyone's busy as well from work n I'm lost in the vortex.

My souls been ripped to shreds for years and it just seems no one notices because I put comedy to cheer myself up. At this point tho I just can't hold a front to the depths of my depression. I take such a high dose of antidepressants and they don't seem to be working as much anymore.

This illness RUINED MY LIFE. Like what happened to the old me ? One day I was just talking to myself not here in reality. I feel like everyone is against me I don’t know if I’m being delusional or not I was sexually abused for years when I was kid then maybe that play a part?

My husband is currently in a psych ward, and is completely out of it. When visiting, he does not look good.

They gave him the abilify Maintena shot, which lasts 28 days, and say the only other thing he is on is the depakote. How do I get them to stop giving it to him?

I don’t know if I’m seeking advice or just want someone to talk to that understands but…

Hi! Im currently not on an antipsychotic because my symptoms were gone for a bit but I think they’re slowly coming back in little ways before it gets worse.

Currently I’ve become really obsessed with an artist I’ve known and liked for a long time. We share few shallow similarities like that we enjoy drawing, especially weird things, enjoy folk and punk, and yeah. Like I said, shallow. But, I’ve noticed in my head, it’s trying to convince me that there is a connection to said artist, as if they were my dad or somehow related. My brain feels deep down that there is a connection.

I know rationally this is not true and I’m not allowing myself to feed into it but in my brain it just feels like "of course! It makes sense"

Psychosis is wild. I see my psych on Tuesday so hopefully he’ll put me back on an antipsychotic that works. We’ve yet to go through the trials of which one will help me and not fuck me up.

I just would like someone to talk to that understands I guess. No one around me would.

I'm wondering what medications cost in different countries.

In the usa my psychiatric medications run about 3000 usd per month for lybalvi and auvelity. With disability insurance in the usa, it ends up being about 10 dollars

Thinking of switching from risperidone to abilify, it makes me too fatigued. Any input?

my psychiatrist is technically an np and sometimes i just worry that i’m on too much stuff, im SO scared of becoming a zombie like some people i’ve met. this is what i take every day:

morning -80mg Prozac -100mg Hydroxizine -200mg tegretol

evening -100/150mg hydroxizine -200mg tegretol -12mg invega -4mg Prazosin -100mg Trazodone

sometimes i just feel so out of it and i’m worried this isn’t a normal combination. i also have been diagnosed with ptsd

Sorry I haven't gotten back to everyone who gave feedback yet, been pretty down about some recent events.

The majority of responders felt that keeping the selfies to Sunday would be best to avoid flooding the feed with selfies.

It isn't at least at this point, and only if they become problematic, a hard rule. Try to keep them to Sunday please.

in a good way. everything feels so much clearer. i’m so tired though T-T

The voices that envelop me are anything but trivial; they weave a tapestry of shadows that swirl around, sinister and alive, waiting with a predator's patience for the perfect moment to strike. As I sit cloistered in the pitch-blackness of my surroundings, that oppressive darkness thickens, rendering the very air I breathe heavy with foreboding. The presence of these voices becomes a palpable force, an unsettling mixture of dread and despair. They are not mere echoes; they are the demons embedded deep within the recesses of my mind, lurking like wolves in the night, waiting for that single crack in my mental armor when my resolve will falter. At that moment, they will pounce, seizing control with an insatiable hunger.

I understand the stakes of this internal battle. I cannot allow myself to succumb, for these demons are pure malevolence, twisted reflections of my darkest thoughts. The seductive pull they exert is insidious; they use their soft, honeyed words to entice and entrap me, promising solace and escape while simultaneously leading me toward damnation. Each whisper is drenched in deceit, laced with treachery, and I know that surrendering to their treacherous allure would mean sacrificing everything I cherish.

Hour after hour, I am relentlessly pursued by these voices, tormentors that spare no moment of my waking life. They form a menacing choir, an unholy symphony that never ceases, always murmuring in low, gravelly tones that weave into my thoughts, pushing me toward their dark desires. Their commands are wrapped in deceitful urgency, urging me to heed their call, to embrace their grim wishes and become an agent of their chaos. But I am determined to resist this malignant influence. I know that unlocking the door to their world would unleash catastrophic consequences—bloody, chaotic, and deeply troubling. I cannot allow that to happen.

So, with every ounce of perseverance in my being, I fight back against the insistent clamor of these dark entities. Each day feels like a grueling battle, an endless spiral of struggle where I must claw my way back to the surface of sanity. Even when it appears as though defeat is looming, my spirit refuses to yield. Each moment strengthens my resolve; each heartbeat cements my determination. I feel the fierce need to shield myself and all those I love from the grasp of these mind-wielding spirits.

In the end, it is this unwavering fortitude that will carry me through. I refuse to let these voices consume my very essence, nor will I allow them to dictate my actions or shatter the life I have painstakingly built. I shall stand my ground, fortified by the understanding that victory is not just a distant dream but a tangible reality I can grasp. The demons may whisper their insidious lies, but I will not falter; I will rise above their influence, reclaiming the control and dignity of my own destiny, emerging from this internal war stronger and more resolute than ever before.

i'm so tired all the time lately. it's making me binge and i think it's messing with my recovery from the binges leaving me exhausted for days afterwards. i don't know if i can live like this forever

have any of you noticed issues with blood sugar spikes or drops or whatever or exhaustion for days after eating too much food on olanzapine? i've been on 7.5mg for about a month, will it get better?

Momma, why did our once-warm home feel like a deep, oppressive rabbit hole, swallowing us whole and spiraling endlessly downward into darkness?

A gaping chasm that seemed to stretch into infinity, where the soft laughter and enchanting melodies of your fairies faded into haunting echoes, lost in the shadows of a forgotten light.

Momma, you took all of your fairies—those fragile, luminous beings who fluttered around us like living jewels—and hid them away, wrapping them in protective spells, shielding them from the malevolent demons that lurked just beyond our threshold.

These demons, with their hollow eyes that glimmered with malice and grins that twisted into frightening shapes, prowled at the very edges of your enchanted wonderland, seeking to burrow their way in and unleash their chaos upon the delicate beauty you had cultivated.

Momma, why did you crack open the door even a fraction, allowing one of these demons to slip inside, like a thief slipping through the night?

This demon, with its venomous charm and insatiable hunger for destruction, has unleashed turmoil and discord upon the once-serene sanctuary, causing every corner of our world to tremble under its weight.

Momma, why did you disregard the wise counsel of the Angel, who descended to you bathed in soft, radiant light, her voice a soothing balm filled with truth and wisdom?

This Angel, a guardian of the innocent, stretched out her hand to guide you, illuminating the treacherous path ahead while pleading with you to heed her warnings. Yet, strangely entranced, you turned away from her and placed your trust in the seductive whispers of the demon you allowed into your heart.

Momma, you are Alice, but now your wonderland is shrouded in shadows, a twisted realm where dreams have turned into nightmares, and the colorful garden has wilted into decay.

Momma, why couldn’t you find your way back home, back to the safe, serene place where joy once flourished?

Did you truly wish to remain in this tangled web of deceit, entranced by the demon’s alluring tricks and false promises, losing yourself in a reality crafted from illusion?

This demon, with its serpentine whispers and glimmering deceptions, has ravaged your vibrant wonderland, transforming it into a wasteland of despair, where hope struggles to survive.

Momma, why did you allow that demon to dismantle the very essence of your blissful sanctuary?

Blinded by its enchanting facade, you fell prey to its treacherous allure, and in your moment of weakness, your wondrous realm crumbled like a sandcastle before a raging tide.

Momma, your precious wonderland lies in ruins now, shards of beauty scattered like fragile dreams upon the barren ground, yearning to be pieced together once more.

How will you find the fortitude to mend what has been irrevocably shattered, to restore the magic that now hangs by a fragile thread?

Momma, do you feel fulfillment now, amidst the remnants of your once-vibrant paradise, or is there only the gnawing void of what once was?

How does it feel to witness your beloved fairies—those gentle souls who once surrounded you in joyous flight—now turning away in disappointment and sorrow, disheartened by your choice to embrace the demon?

Momma, why did you let the enchantment of your wonderland be torn asunder, obliterating the beauty you once cherished with a single, fateful decision?

Since July of 2023 it's been hell scape. Symptoms through the roof, 3 family deaths back to back. My 7 year relationship is ending because I'm out growing him and I feel tide down..i don't want to go into to much detail but the last few days have been tremendously rough with him. He was screaming at me that I'm a spoiled Brat over and over saying I'm the sole reason our ex left. So my body left itself and I literally ran to the kitchen knife. 4 hours later I have 14 stiches. This whole year I've been trying so so so hard to keep it together. I feel like I've failed myself. This was not an attempt to end my life, impulsive and stupid. He seems to not care what his words do to me, that my feelings are my problem, that my reactions never justified for his words. I'm packing today for when I do get out. Will be getting assessed by my county behavioral health team on the 27th. I want to start living a happy life again.

hi friends,

what do you all do to make it through the rough times? I feel like I can’t cope but I’m trying to keep pushing and get through the days and nights.

My psychiatrist always told me I was schizoaffective, but then I got a genetic test and it had my diagnosis, unspecified mood disorder . I switched psychiatrist and my new one didn’t even know I had all these symptoms because she didn’t put my diagnosis on paper. Like I know I’m schizophrenic or something it’s just surprising how I can come in with all the symptoms and I only get diagnosed with a mood disorder. It doesn’t make sense, it really pisses me off that my psychiatrist wouldn’t diagnose me properly. I know I’m supposed to trust her judgement, but I don’t.

I had an episode over the past summer and am still having some residual thoughts, I’m wondering how long after using antipsychotics can I run. I’ve been on invega for two months now and I’m having low energy and hard time working out for long periods. Please let me know what I should do.

I'm 24 years old and been in and out of job working since 16, I can never hold any of my jobs. Some I stay for months, some I stay for weeks. I've always been behind in life. My older brothers the opposite of me, he moved out young has a really good job and held it for years. I'm socially awkward, so I don't make friends and if I do I always feel deep down they are bound to leave eventually. I used to date in my teens but as my mindset has gotten worse over time Ive been by myself for years. I don't have any hope for anything in the future, all I can see is me living a life of homelessness due to my inability to keep jobs. I live with my parents now so I don't have much responsibility, but when they pass eventually I'll be on my own in this world. I always think about what imma do when their gone. Only thing that seems like would save me is suicide, but I was raised Christian so I fear if i do I'll suffer from eternal dread and pain. I don't like the idea of death, but it seems like a better option than a life of regret pain and misery. Idk what to do anymore. I applied for disability last year but it doesn't seem like they want to do anything. hopeless atm feel like the family failure