I think it’s time to be done…
hi I think I’m gay.
Unclear of the future...maybe
I think it’s time to be done…
hi I think I’m gay.
Me: *minding my own business, casually walking down the street*
My paranoia: someone’s following you
Me: 👀
Psychotic does not mean violent.
Psychotic does not mean violent.
Psychotic does not mean violent.
Psychotic does not mean violent.
Psychotic does not mean violent.
Psychotic does not mean violent.
𝗣𝘀𝘆𝗰𝗵𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗰 𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗻 𝘃𝗶𝗼𝗹𝗲𝗻𝘁.
𝗣𝘀𝘆𝗰𝗵𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗰 𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗻 𝘃𝗶𝗼𝗹𝗲𝗻𝘁.
𝗣𝘀𝘆𝗰𝗵𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗰 𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗻 𝘃𝗶𝗼𝗹𝗲𝗻𝘁.
𝗣𝘀𝘆𝗰𝗵𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗰 𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗻 𝘃𝗶𝗼𝗹𝗲𝗻𝘁.
𝗣𝘀𝘆𝗰𝗵𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗰 𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗻 𝘃𝗶𝗼𝗹𝗲𝗻𝘁.
𝗣𝘀𝘆𝗰𝗵𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗰 𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗻 𝘃𝗶𝗼𝗹𝗲𝗻𝘁.
It really isn’t okay and is pretty much a slur.
Its a real bad look on you.
It makes you an asshole.
It hurts real communities of people trying to recover.
Don’t use the word crazy for real mental health issues.
“don’t try to convince me it was all in my head. you were not there, and you do not stay up, still thinking about.”
a book that’ll be too hard to write
Why is a rocking chair socially acceptable, but rocking back and forth on your own is considered a symptom?
Non-psychotic people might never think about this, consider it, or acknowledge this, but hallucinations can happen at the most inconvenient times. Some of them expect you to somehow be able to control them; like when your psychosis acts up when you’re out with them or something along that like they look at you like, “what the hell?”
NEWSFLASH!!! We can’t control this! Hallucinations happen, hallucinations are annoying, hallucinations are SCARY! I’ve hallucinated at work, during family time, out in public, group gatherings, etc. I sometimes have to stop myself from screaming. And others might have similar experiences.
Don’t expect us to accommodate you with something we can’t even help if you can’t accommodate us with understanding and support.
I will never stop fighting for myself.
I’m firstly diagnosed with schizophrenia. I’m scared, confused, angry.
I tell my friends. They sympathize and ask if there’s anything they can do. I tell them my major trigger is a certain animal. Think of a completely random animal, like a llama or crab. Something like that. I ask them not to bring this animal up in any form, because it will majorly trigger me. They laugh and joke about it. It’s now a running joke in our group.
I tell my family. Each reaction is different. One tells me I can be fixed. One cries and asks me how I get through the day. One tells me it’s so hard for them to deal with it.
I tell my boyfriend. He tells me he’s known all along, because I have such big mood swings. He goes quiet when I tell him I also hear voices and see things that aren’t real.
Horror movies about schizophrenia loom over me. I see a girl with a ‘cute but psycho’ sweater at the state fair. Online friends push me away and tease me when I tell them.
I will never stop fighting to end stigma. I am not a joke. I deserve comfort, I shouldn’t have to give it instead. All my symptoms are valid, even the scary ones. I am not a trope, a fashion statement, something to be feared or made fun of.
I am creative, soft, caring, funny, and strong. I will protect myself and all my friends who are affected by schizophrenia or psychosis.