Basically, I had a huge anxiety attack in school for very little reason. (I was doing past papers in psychology for GCSE, and there was this one big question that I COULD answer, in that I was capable of doing it, but I couldn't because there was some sort of mental barrier there). So I was sat there looking at this paper for about five minutes, feeling a huge amount of strain on me for very little reason. So then, I did the sensible thing, got up and went to get some air, which helped.
No sooner did I get back in the building (I'd gone into the quad) than it hit me again, harder. So I decided "sod this for a laugh, I'm as sick as anyone with a tummy bug here", so I went to the secretary's, got them to ring home, mum picks me up, and takes me up to the psychiatrists.
Now, this wasn't her overreacting, she was going anyway and she thought that seeing as I'm not in school, I might as well come too. But she didn't really explain this to me, so I was very confused. And angry. Still with this anxiety pulling on me.
So I get into the psychiatrist's, and I have a break of some sort. I was staring at the things out of one window, and crying at how beautiful it all was, then looking out of the other window and saying that I didn't like it and that there was evil things there. This lasted for about half an hour, I was getting some pretty bizarre thoughts such as the evil was coming from the cars being locked up in the carpark from the "bad" window, and how cruel it was.
I've never dropped acid, and I didn't have anything abnormal in my system, not even a drop of alcohol. But the way I was feeling, it was like how I've read that some LSD users feel as if they're looking at the world around them as if they were newborn, and everything is fresh. The strange thing is, I was just seeing everything as it was, completely normal. I wasn't psychotic at all, not seeing or hearing things that weren't there.
I snapped out of it gradually (as in it didn't just *end*, it took a couple of minutes to return to a normal state of thinking, but it was a pretty quick, considering it went on for about half an hour), and when I was fine again, I quite simply shook my head and said "right, I'm back" to my psychiatrist.
So, I got hauled through the whole thing. Mania from the prozac? Very rare, but I wasn't manic, really. I didn't believe that I could fly, I was just thinking how wonderful it would be to be able to, and how jealous I was of the birds for being able to fly. Seizure? I had an EEG and examination by a paediatrician, showed nothing abnormal, no epileptiform activity.
Here's the kicker. I got discharged with no diagnosis. Nothing.
I don't really mind, but I thought it'd be a fun puzzle for the more speculative of you to think about!
Any ideas?