When I first developed psychosis at 14, there was a strong sense of anticipation and insight; there was an excitement, due to the content of my delusions. At first, I seemed to live both in the real world and my private psychotic world, but as I felt under increasing pressure to reconcile the two, I began to experience horror.
It was almost like at first, the delusions were something cool, but then as time went on and I could see their danger and became scared, I tried to get out, to no avail. I was trapped in my mind at this point. It's like joining a gang cuz it's cool, then realizing you're not cut out for it but the gang won't let you leave alive.
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"You have a responsibility to consider all sides of a problem and a responsibility to make a judgment and a responsibility to care for all involved." --Ian Danskin