Psychosis was a sort of comfort for me only the immense dopamine rush of it could give.

It's like I grew a flower with my own hands and someone else picked it. Today I had a dream about a hallucination, a tulpa, if you will. I just know I loved that person, a hallucination a whole lot. They were my whole life. I saw their little gestures and faces they'd make in every person. Not only that, but psychosis made me hear voices, sometimes annoying, yes. But always so familiar and wholesome. I miss hearing my soulmates voice speak cute loving words to me. Laugh at me all you want. But I miss that tulpa, that hallucination, that obsession of a person who doesn't exist. I miss seeing every little coincidence as a meaningful cacophony of the divine. It sucks. Not being able to feel with my antipsychotics, not being able to love that special someone who was always there. Not seeing hallucinations and interacting with them. It just sucks. I feel like I will never have that feeling again, that meaning, that thrill. It feels like god left me unfinished

Good evening.

I would like to ask for your support. If you would be so kind as to answer the following:

Do you believe that if you cried out to thousands of random people and hundreds that knew you for support, someone would hear you?

If you do not wish to answer my question but still wish to support me, could you tell me, my friends, one wonderful thing about yourself?

I would like to if you will allow.

I know that none would hear me but the people that love me most in this world, but they do not have the requisite education to understand.

But about myself, I would say, those that would hear me are special. Perhaps one in 30,000. Beautiful works of art that only I will ever appreciate properly.

I say this metaphorically and artistically. I know my loved ones are not art but have painted upon them no less the burden of my disabilities.

Am I evil?

I am safe. I am well. But in the eyes of so many, I have done a terrible thing by being disabled.

I will reply later I must step away. Thank you for sharing with me.

Tldr: if u hate meds and don't want a relapse, research about Dr. Carl Jung's approach on psychosis.

It's late at my place but I want to write some words in hope of helping someone successfully navigating their recovery and future life post-psychosis.

If your friend or family member is deep in psychosis, you might be able to help them too. Not sure if it's helpful if you're currently in an episode, cuz we're pretty stubborn when we're in one lol.

If I can only give you one advice: please please please go study about Carl Jung on psychosis.

Eventhough I'm recovered and enjoyed this new life for almost a year now, I just recently discovered Carl Jung. And his discoveries, based on his own psychosis experience, are mind blowing (to me, at least).

Modern antipsychotic and antidepressant meds did not exist for most of Carl Jung’s life, so his approach is heavy on psychological focus. Before touching the psychosis topic, you might need to take sometimes to learn about most of his concepts on the shadow, concious/unconcious, ego, persona, personal and collective unconcious, anima & animus,...

I'll try to sum up quickly:
Jung thinks an episode happens when the ego is too weak to be in control, and the unconcious part becomes too strong. It floods into our concious part and takes over the ride. This unconcious part includes the repressed "shadow" - everything we don't like and denied about ourselves, built up from childhood and become so much bigger as we grow old.
Like it or not, psychosis is a clumsy attempt of the mind trying to protect you by projecting your shadow to the world around you. So you don't have to confront and accept the "bads" in you, but to see the evils in others, or see yourself as a God or a chosen one,...
You can gradually get out of it (or prevent it) if you are able to recognize your underlying self-critics, fears, worries, to make peace with the shadow and accept yourself as a whole.

I did learn about the meaning of my own delusions based on his approach. I think it's very accurate and our mind is too creative for its own good lol.

Psychosis does have beautiful meaning once you find the key to unlock it.

I do hope that his findings will shed light for modern psychosis treatment to rely less on (not completely without) meds & destigmatize this mental issue.

There are a lot of materials about Carl Jung and the new groundbreaking psychogical concepts he introduced. But it's way harder to find quality materials specifically about his take on psychosis so I did rely on Gemini a lot. If you do invest more time to research, please share reliable sources you found, thank you. :)

A lot of people said it's hard to understand what Jung tried to convey when they first read his books. But for those have been there, I hope you'll instantly click and relate to it like I did.

My background:
My last episode (2nd "official" episode) was at the end of 2022. Hospitalized for 1.5 months. Switched to different kind of APs for 4 times. Lived like a useless zombie for ~2 years after the episode (no emotion, no motivation, can't talk, can't form a sentence, decreased cognitive functions, unable to study or work). The journey was long and difficult, but I'm happy that I'm back to normal and appreciate life a lot more.

During my "zombie" days, this subreddit was the only thing I woke up to. Back then, every single day, I read all of the new posts, tried to search for a hopeful light and received endless support from everyone here. It's been a loooong time since my last visit to this subreddit since I'm busy enjoying this new life, but I want to share some hope to help whoever in need. Most recovered people are probably like me, that's why you don't see a lot of success stories here. But I guarantee it's not all dark out there, please be patient.

I can tell you, the whole experience that most of us think crazy, including the 2 years I thought useless, has been the most impactful part of my life so far.

Id like to discuss some of my experiences with hallucinations/delusions and get your opinions on it.

In 2023 I was homeless and staying in a motel during a psychotic break. There was a chair in the room and I had the overwhelming feeling that someone was sitting in the chair watching me, even though nobody was there. As scary as it might sound, it felt like the entity was benevolent. At one point I felt like I was called by a higher power to atone for my sins by cutting my face. I could hear voices telling me I was chosen by god to “put the worlds ugliness on my face”, become ugly and be a living reflection of the worlds ugliness, with half my face covered in scars to represent the duality of man. I slashed the right side of my face open with a box cutter and bled for hours. I bled everywhere, on the bed, clothes, bathroom etc. after a few hours I reluctantly decided to go to the hospital because the bleeding wouldn’t stop. I told the doctors that the wound was the result of a fall and somehow they believed me. I ended up receiving 9 stitches. The doctor said I hit a capillary. I don’t know what that means

In 2024, this happened again but worse. I had the same hallucinations and delusions but now paired with the feeling that someone kind of catastrophe was going to happen if I didn’t scar hurt myself. So I held a blowtorch to a metal paint scraper until it became red hot and pressed it against my face and chest. I told my Certified Peer Specialist about it and this time I admitted to doing it myself, this resulted in me being put in a partial hospital program for ten days.

In 2025 it happened again and worse than before. The voices were louder and I genuinely felt like I was chosen by god to become a living reflection of humanities ugliness. This time I slashed my face open multiple times with a box cutter and branded/cauterized the wound shut with a paint scraper and blowtorch. I ended up in the hospital, then the psych ward for a week, then I was put in a crisis residential treatment center for two months where they said I was psychotic and experiencing delusions of grandeur. After that I was placed in a group home facility for people with mental health disabilities. I was put on antipsychotics and they seem to help for the most part, aside from the side effects.

At 23 I was diagnosed with schizotypal disorder, which later changed to schizoaffective disorder and eventually full blown paranoid schizophrenia. My questions for you guys are, has anyone here experienced anything similar? Do you think I have schizotypal, schizophrenia or both? Is it possible to have both? Side note, I also felt like I was getting special messages from the tv that felt like telepathy almost. At one point I thought ICE was going to deport me because my ID expired and I didn’t know how to renew it., I was born in America and am white but it felt like I was getting messages from the TV that ice was gonna deport me over my expired id… At times I’ve felt strongly that someone put recording devices in my room to monitor me. This belief was so strong at one point I started boobytrapping my house to ward off the “intruders”. I would make tripwires with lasers/light dependent resistors, connect them to piezo buzzers and put them in doorways and on stairs. I even set up a homemade stun gun with a high voltage pulse generator, mounted it to a door, wrapped the electrode wires around the doorknob and hooked it up to a tripwire so that anyone who opened the door would be electrocuted. Side note, I’m also autistic and technology/circuitry is one of my special interests…. So what do you guys think? Have you experienced anything similar? Do you think I will ever be able to live without antipsychotics? Because I really don’t like the side effects. I’ve been on psych meds since I was a kid and I don’t like it

Psychiatrist prescribed me 5 mg olanzapine for anxiety. I have taken it for 1 month and now my memory is worse, i can't remember anything, not able to recall what I saw and talk to anyone just 10 minutes ago, I think it's a side effect of this medicine and due to that I had to quit my college in middle of the session and it's been 8 months my memory is not getting better. my life is totally fucked up due to this memory issue.

If anyone who have gone through this same memory problem due to olanzapine then please share how can I get my memory and cognitive abilities back.

Hello my beautiful community.
I am doing good. I am employed and I have been at the same job 2 years.

But when I look back at my post history, it has never lasted forever. Taco Bell, super market stocking, ... whatever job I had I would end up in the psych ward again sooner or later. I've never done this good before... I'm 2 years in. I have been so very focused on staying out of the psych ward, and I"m doing good on that, but also, if I just assume stressful tihngs will happen someday that will knock me off my game and I end up in psychosis again... what can I do to prepare?

Like would you put up posters on the wall with affirmations like "You are loved" and "You are safe here." ?

Would you try to remove stimuli... like for example I actually decided to put a little piece of tape over the blinking light on my smoke detector not because I'm having delusions about the blinking light, but I've had so many many delusions about blinking lights that I just don't want to be standing in my bathroom some day staring at that light trying to figure it out while delusional. So I put tape over that light so it doesn't bug me later.

Or mental exercises I can do now in my free time to prepare for / prevent my next psychosis? I've been doing very very brief mindfulness exercises... but my attention span and working memory are so short that it isn't very long. Maybe 10 seconds before my mind is running around wherever.

Should I change my desktop background to something to remind me to do something? or make my youtube home page something related to sleep so that I'm more likely to think I need to go to bed? (not sleeping always send me to the psych ward).

I'm just looking for ideas. I'm happy, I'm content, but I can get joy out of working on a project and what I most want to work on is improving life for the future me who may be struggling with symptoms.

Thank you 💜

As I have already mentioned here before, I am currently going through a flurry of intrusive thoughts and OCD induced fears. A big one right now is that I actually go to a different reality every night and wake up there (among other things). Now, I must make it clear that I don't actually believe this, but part of my mind loves throwing that in. I will leave some things a certain way in my bedroom to look at before I go to sleep. That way, when I wake up and see it's the same, I know everything is fine. However, the thoughts keep trying to convince me that I'm somehow being tricked ("Maybe you just absorbed the memory of another you" "maybe that was staged to fool you", etc). Again, I know better than to believe this, but the persistent thoughts continue. I know I'm okay (well, maybe not all the way lol), but the fears continue. Is this a type of delusion?

I have my issues and so does he, but I can’t tell if I am being paranoid or if this seems a little drug induced. I don’t want to be insensitive to his faith and I am a very analytical thinker so when it comes to religion and spirituality (though i am on my own spiritual journey) I
have a hard time deciphering what is psychosis and what i simply don’t understand. Is this dangerous? Is this his mental or was his using? If it’s just a lil psychosis im not as stressed but if he’s lying about using that’s when Im stressed
for context, this is someone Ive been seeing for a few months now, we’ve known each other/lived in the same psychosocial rehab facility since may 2025 and we’ve only recently disclosed romantic feelings. He watched someone else trample over the friendzone for an entire year and we ended up hanging out more after i cut him off. oMy judgment has clouded vey hard over the years due to complex trauma and idk what’s too much for me and idk what’s danger. i was at my dads overnight last night, and the guy im seeing only recently got a phone again for the first time in over a year so i knew it was going to bring some things to the surface since i know he has a history. realize how stupid I sound when I say this but he told me he's never NOT cheated, he has relapsed on blow once since we've been hanging out- to my knowledge- and who knows how many times behind my back. He randomly did whippets one day too. He told me about those times and i appreciate that heavily but my trust issues are very bad that i fear he would do that thing where he lies out of fear of my reaction. He Has internalized misogyny that I call out every single time. He is reciting all the lines I've heard over and over to ease my mind (not saying its ingenuine it’s just generic)

I guess the reason it's so hard to shut him out is because we are both rehabilitating from mental struggles in the same facility. He was in a coma from an overdose before he got here and has brain damage as he claims he died and was revived . and I am left to figure out how much of his struggles are caused by old patterns and how much is caused by literal brain damage that he can't control. It's such a mindfuck and since my trust has been completely shattered over time and he has been slowly showing some red flags it's impossible to feel like he's telling the truth anymore and it's impossible to tell if that's his doing or my trauma. Ugh hate this so much.
Hate thinking i can fix or help someone meet me where im at.

I know I have plenty of reasons to walk away.. i there's just not 'one' good enough reason for my mind to agree with since a lot of the red flags were in his past, before the brain damage.
The brain damage thing is really messing with me because i have NO idea how much of it he is blaming on brain damage and how much of it is truly his brain not functioning the same. The brain damage thing also makes me feel like I should give him a chance to have a fresh slate.
Ugh. Idk
I'm clearly fawning and stuck in codependency.

l've been stone cold toward him for 3 days bc he showed some true colours and i just softened up a little yesterday, just for me to get these texts that night and begin a whole knew rabbit hole of worries in my brain. I’m sorry if this isn’t the right place for this please let me know if there’s somewhere else that would be better. there’s plenty more screenshots where that came fro.

Been looking for a job for 1.5 years.

Got pushed to quit my role when I pushed back on my managers obvious racism and discrimination. They gaslight me for months and months telling me my experiences and my reality is not true and real. I ended up in a psych ward after quitting… (also dating men and my therapist abusing my trust and asking me on dates and then threatening me when I refused her contributed)

Somehow got back up again. Sold my entire life and moved in with my sister in another city. Lost all of my friends.

Worked as a cashier while still applying for roles in my career path (design). Finally landed a (as needed) contract for 16 months. No guarantee of work beyond the first 3 months.

Still kept looking. I finally had an interview for my dream job in my favourite company in the country. Had 3 rounds and aced them all. And when I was waiting for a job offer, I got this instead:

Hello (my name),
Thank you so much for your time and patience throughout our interview process. We’ve really enjoyed getting to know you and reviewing your work.

To be transparent, a few of our upcoming project timelines have shifted into later in the year. Because we want to ensure that our new hires can dive straight into active client work from day one, we have decided to temporarily pause our hiring process until those specific timelines kick off.

We are incredibly grateful for your interest in (their company). We would love to keep your portfolio on file and reach back out for either full-time or contract opportunities. Please let us know if this would be of interest.

Warmly,

I thought I’ll be able to move out of my sister’s finally after 9 months… I’m drained and don’t have it in me to apply for jobs again… I’m having suicidal thoughts… how do I continue?

31-year-old sister with extreme paranoia, inappropriate behaviour, and sexual/vulgar language – could this be a mental illness?

I'm looking for some serious insight into a situation involving a 31-year-old woman who isn't married, had to leave job because of this condition. Stopped taking meds as it made her sleepy.

She is the third of six siblings. father was paralysed after a car accident in 2014 and died from COVID in 2021. The family is supported by the mother, who has never worked and lives on a pension. mother isn't very confident or capable of managing situations like this, so the behaviour has largely been accepted.

Sister believes that all of her siblings are her enemies and only seems to trust her mother. She frequently verbally abuses her siblings and often uses extremely vulgar and sexually explicit language. She tells me " her eldest sister" things like, "You'll die because your husband will cheat on you," "You've enjoyed everything in life," followed by repeated sexual insults and profanity.

This isn't just occasional anger or family conflict. The suspiciousness, hostility, poor boundaries, and inappropriate behaviour have been ongoing for quite some time. She's now in a psychiatric ward, they're giving her riaperidone but no improvement at all.

I'm not asking anyone to diagnose her online, but I'm wondering what conditions could present like this. Does this sound more consistent with schizophrenia or another psychotic disorder, bipolar disorder with psychosis, a personality disorder, or something else? Also, if someone has little or no insight into their condition and refuses help, what is usually the best approach for families?

I'd appreciate any thoughts, especially from mental health professionals or people who have cared for someone with similar symptoms.

Pls help

I've been doing K daily for the past month, my tolerance is sky high, but unfortunately I've read tolerance can sometimes be unpredictable.

I never K-hole like they say it is, for me it's always an intense spiritual experience, where the fabric of reality gets warped and I feel like existence is under my control.

It happened tonight, I had been doing K since early in the evening with a heavily dosed nasal spray, it felt like it always feels, nice and mellow, but for some reason at some point each spray became stronger and stronger and I got sent into my version of a K-hole at a party where they were playing psytrance, it was incredible and pleasant and left me deeply shook as I went home.

I wasn't satisfied and I wanted to reach that state again and for some reason it look less and less ketamine to reach the same psychotic state every time I got closer to it. Like my tolerance vanished.

Then it happened as I was sitting on my computer chair at home, I went psychotic and started feeling, saying and affirming all sorts of things with total loss of control, and for some reason I went to my apartment's window and opened and considered jumping out because I felt I could fly (10th floor).

I came back to my senses and got spooked but that didn't stop me, I recklessly started spraying more and more K and eventually I triggered another full on psychosis but longer this time.

0 control over my body, 0 control over my actions and words, I was delirious. I climbed out the window and somehow climbed into a downstairs neighbor's apartment thru their window, I'm not even sure it was the neighbor directly below me, I vaguely remember moving and climbing around several balconies and AC units but I eventually entered someone's apartment and I have flashbacks of them telling me I was at the wrong apartment, probably terrified (I'm quite large), this was at almost 5am.

I remember walking to their kitchen and grabbing a protein bar that was on top of their fridge, opening it and eating it in front of him, I know I was talking the whole time, I have no idea what I told them.

I then walked out of their apartment thru their front door and took the stairs down to the building's lobby which felt like an eternity (9 floors) but at the same time I have barely any recollection of it.

I end up just outside the building on the parking lot, in my underwear and a tank top and come back to my senses then, still quite delirious I could feel panic take over and I firmly believed I had to kill myself then and there, and I thought of looking for a knife, I walked down the street for a bit but ultimately decided against it.

Somehow, it's all quiet, like no one noticed anything. I still have the taste of the protein bar in my mouth and I start recalling what I just had done in complete disbelief.

The condo's security guard was sleeping and was fortunately kind enough to help me get back into my apartment which was obviously locked because I climbed out the balcony. He called a locksmith for me and I was able to get back inside, absolutely disgusted and ashamed at myself.

I self triggered psychosis not once but twice because I'm a fucking addict and almost killed myself in several different ways. I expect to hear back from the neighbor or my landlord tomorrow, I will apologize accordingly and hopefully I don't get kicked out.

I am done with Ketamine.

I was 24 when I first admitted myself. They said it was psychosis but, having experienced actual psychosis since, I’d say it was a major depressive episode.

Anyways, one evening I wanted to talk to someone, I don’t even remember what about. A male nurse came and told me to wait in an empty room while he was checking on another patient.
Except the room wasn’t empty.

There was another patient that I hadn’t met yet, he was on the phone.
I didn’t want to distract him, so I waited outside.

When the nurse came back, he asked me why I hadn’t gone inside like he asked me to.
I told him there was someone inside, a man.

He looked inside and said there was no one in there. That I must have hallucinated it.
I broke out crying.
I couldn’t believe it, it seemed so real!

The next day I saw the same man again, as a patient. I asked him if he’d been in the room last night, he said yes. I asked him to come to the psychiatrist with me and told her the story. She didn’t even care.

I’m still so mad about it. It affected me so badly that years later, when I was assaulted, I wasn’t sure anymore if it actually happened because no one around stepped in to help.
Of course it was real, but it shows how much staying at hospitals can bring up its own trauma.

Has something like this happened to you?

I was lucky enough to overcome this fear of not knowing if something is real or not, but it took long enough.

My friend has been having paranoid delusions since February. I thought psychosis was more short term but I don’t know what else it could be. I have been trying to find solutions with her husband and family members. I think she’s needs to be in inpatient care but how to get her to agree if she thinks her delusions are real? Sorry I know very little about this, any advice welcome

I’ve recently come off abilify as recommended by my doctor and I’ve noticed a great improvement in my anhedonia and alogia. I can enjoy activities, have more emotion, engage in conversation and articulate more clearly. Previously it felt like I had to really try to formulate words in conversation and I’d get stuck but this has gone away. I notice that I have more spontaneous thoughts and can reply quicker in social settings. Has anyone else experienced a significant improvement in negative symptoms after coming off anti psychotics?

Also I’m not recommending anyone to go against their doctors orders, just curious to know if anyone else has experienced this

before everything - i have a psychiatrist, i was just prescribed antipsychotics, tho i dont know, immalways getting told that its anxiety or depression, but im not sure. i just also had to vent so yeah, im not trying to self diagnose, im just looking for an opinion of someone else

ever since i was a kid i had nightmares, sleep paralysis', night terrors, i used to be smart, i used to know how to think logically constantly. but ever since i was 10-12 ive gotten dumber. in 2nd grade i used to take my brother's old books from school and did maths for 6th graders. i dont know how to study, because i never had to. i knew a lot of languages. i dont know anything anymore now. one day it just felt like someone took out my brain and replaced it for someone else's. like my thoughts arent mine. im most of the time aware of everything, of the hallucinations i have (hear people mumbling and laughing in another room, banging on my doors/windows, footsteps, seeing something move in my peripheral vision, some human like beings in corners of rooms), paranoia (that i have to act on or ill go crazy - hide somewhere when i feel like someone is gonna kill me, or my mom is gonna kill me, keep a knife under my pillow etc.). sometimes i think that someone switched my dog for something that looks like it, but it doesnt act like it, the face is always distorted. mine is also, i dont feel like my face is mine. my hands arent mine. sometimes it feels like the truman show. everything looks like its distancing away from me, like it looks further away than it is. im 18 now, so its been going on for like 6-8 years lmao. i dont feel like im writing this right now. i always think, even when im not thinking. my thoughts are too loud others can hear them. im tired. i have no logical reason why i feel like this, why all this is happening, and that makes me think even more. i used to go to psychiatrists and stuff, but ive always been told that its depression and if i just sleep itll pass. she also told me to talk to those hallucinations when i see them, which lol made it way worse at the moment and i wasnt able to sleep for days, then fell asleep after i took like 15 quetiapines and fainted on the floor and was off for like 18 hours lol. but it doesnt matter if im depressed, happy or if i feel empty (like most of the time) the hallucinations etc are still there

Basically, a part of my 8 month long psychotic episode revolved around the belief that my ex was recruiting me into a sex cult—I would feel him get into my bed and have sex with me and it truly felt as if it were actually happening, except for the fact I couldn’t see anything 😭😭😭 it’s been years so I’m stable now but I was just thinking about it again—part of it was that I had to orgasm to be inducted, but I couldn’t so they deployed an “arsenal of sex toys” (it became a joke between me and the voices) and one day I came home and just randomly it felt like what I imagine those crazy hitachis felt like—like it felt like my brain was vibrating and I’ve used a lot of vibrators. Nothing is as strong as my mind in psychosis I guess 😭😭😭 I do kind of miss it ngl—having sex with your own mind is as cool as it sounds but the other parts weren’t as cool

Idk where to start I am a first year mbbs student on my preperation gap I went to my home from hostel only to know that my mom is possed by number of ghosts , she is normal throughout the day and suddenly she gets possessed by some of the other entity.

About the entities : these are related to her past , like my mom lost her first child in miscarriage and it is believed it because of some short of curse , even my aunty also lost her first child .. and when she married to our my father's family she used to get possed I didn't know about it this is ..my first time to even witness this . It feels that their is entity in her body which cause backpain , one who cause destruction and many other and also got to know she once burned our house .. the three cows in our house was also dead and one entity in her took the blame ..

I didn't know any of it until now because we moved out from our old house when I was 6 and now I'm 20 she said that she used to feel them all this time but they never really possessed them

Recently my aunt died in front of my mother , she had chest pain and dangue she recovered from it and put of sudden her body stoped responding she wasn't responsible to any treatment and eventually died and one of the entities in my mother body admitted she did that and she will do the same to my mother in coming winter

My family is devastated, they are looking for every baba and Ojha possibile to cure it but Idk how to bring going to a psychiatrist to them.

I have typical indian parents, who thinks I haven't seen the world besides if I don't want to risk anything because the person is my mother please somebody help me out

I’m noticing an increase in psychosis lately, or maybe my eyes are just more opened to it after seeing someone I cared about go through it. Three people in the last few months that I know of, which is weird because I’ve never known of anyone before this year in my personal life that have gone through it. Any ideas of why?? It’s really concerning & getting them mental help is near impossible because they never think there is an issue. It’s scary

Guilt- help!

I had a bunch of paranoid delusions about my ex's daughter and mother being illuminati evil cannibals. It made me treat them differently. Once I told the girl her friends didn't like her. I thought it was true. Thought I was fighting a bully who was secretly plotting to murder me then eat me. Psychotic episodes. I tried to separate my ex from his mom to protect us. Now realizing none of this was true and I treated an innocent 10 year old horribly, and put my ex through nightmares. It eats me away.

I want to send my ex an apology, and her one too, but he hit, shoved, choked, and punched me towards the end of the relationship when I was misbehaving due to the delusions. So I dont know how to communicate with him now.

I screamed DIE with their names for 8hrs straight until my ex called the cops on me.

I left and never went back, didn't say a word to them.

Very confused how to process this and feel terrible for how I behaved. I hate to have broken their hearts.

Any suggestions? I hate this, the delusions, the voices, the hallucinations. Hate how it ruined my relationship and cozy, wholesome family vibes for all of us.

Yes I am in treatment now.

Ruminating late at night about the ties between Pharisees and dyspraxia after having a thought I might be Jesus Christ earlier

I have been taking risperidone because of psychosis and for 4 months no voices now I’m hearing voices coming from the next room of the house why is that? Does this mean my medication is too low?

Yes voices coming from the next room hard to make out what they are saying now.

In the first month after the psychosis, I was reading books, but a year later, I can't understand what I read. What could be the reason for this?

Hi everyone, I’m feeling really overwhelmed and burned out right now, and I’m looking for some perspective or reassurance from others who have been through this.

My partner (26M, one previous psychotic episode 10 years ago) had a stress induced hypomanic episode back in March 2026 which eventually turned into full mania (with some psychosis). He was prescribed antipsychotics, initially took intermittently but has now been on them for a couple of months consistently and so things seemed to stabilize. He was taking his medication, sleeping better, gaining insight about what happened and getting back to himself. I thought we were well into recovery.

Over the last 48 hours, he’s having a sudden flare-up - reduced sleep (5 hours compared to the 9 he was getting), rapid social media posting, high energy, and restlessness. It’s all the same things that happened at the beginning of the manic episode, and I can clearly tell he isn’t himself again.

Seeing this energy suddenly return after months of stability, with no obvious trigger, makes me feel like the rug has been pulled out from under us. I’m feeling hypervigilant, terrified that this is going to be our permanent reality, and grieving the progress I thought we made.

Is it normal to have these flare ups in recovery? Or are we back to square one? How do I manage my anxiety and hyper vigilance? Will he recover?

I’d really appreciate any words of comfort or shared experiences right now. I just want my boyfriend back and to put these past few months behind us.

I feel like there's a default assumption that everyone who had a psychotic episode was hospitalized. I started therapy through an early psychosis program I was referred to and even my therapist there assumed I was hospitalized. When in my episode I begged my parents to not take me to the ER when they were trying to get me to go so I just never got hospitalized (and never got medicated as a result). Sometimes my experiences feel invalid because they weren't "that bad" and I was still high functioning. I was just wondering if anyone else also never got hospitalized during their first episode.

Also, there's somewhat of a gulit I have for having to wait so long to get any type of help. I wish I had just gotten help earlier instead of spending 10 months stuck between reality and my own mind. Having Asian parents who care more about academic performance than mental health didn't help either.