1.i am more attracive and good looking than i am in reality and keep putting myself in a love fantasy when interacting/ staying with people without my real conscious participation.
2.my sexuality
3.i think i look alright without the meds but i believe in other people’s eyes/ reality i am pretty crazy and delusional but i only thought i am normal in that case but i know it isn’t real.
That I’ve got a massive, metastatic tumour that is causing all of my symptoms, having spread to my brain etc. It’s not something I’m afraid of like in a hypochondriac sort of way…I suppose because I’m not very scared of death…it’s more like a “scientific” explanation. This one is so persistent because it feels so real.
Also sometimes I feel like the idea that there is a place for me in this world where I can be loved & seen & accepted just the way I am is a delusion. This makes me really sad, but it’s hard to say it’s any different than some of the other “crazier” stuff I believe.
I had the Christ Delusion there for a spell. I went to the Dollar Store and bought a puzzle book called Word Crazy (because I was reading into everything)…
Then I signed the inside cover with one of my quotes and donated it to The Salvation Army Thrift Store.
I thought that when I died, or was killed, the movie would be made and that little booklet would be worth millions of dollars and the poor people of this world would all get fed and clothed.
My biggest delusion was believing that everyone and everything around me wasn’t real. That the medication they were trying to give me was making me live in a fake reality.
Persecutory delusion- this one is still ongoing.
I know complete nonsense. First i had visions of ww3 like nuclear. After that i became batman to cope. But that is not where the nonsense stops. I become god to cope with my hell.
I can relate to almost every post here, it’s funny how unique you think your experience is while you’re deluded but you read other people’s description of what happened and realize that we all had very similar experiences with recurring themes.
My biggest delusion was that I thought I was a conduit for the US military and terrorists to talk to one another through telepathy, I thought people at my university were committing suicide to sacrifice themselves to the cause. I was trying to make both sides see the foolishness of war and thought I would eventually receive a nobel peace prize
When I was in highschool I thought for a long time that my teachers wanted to kidnap me. This delusion made me suffer a lot.
My biggest delusion was that I was a medical test subject who was secretly being monitored and exposed to radiation and electromagnetic waves. I thought that I was a vested interest of a big pharma company.
Things got real complicated when I got in deep in astrology at the same time, delusions like crazy.
I thought my parents were dead
My delusion
I think I have many people sharing this one body
like I have many broken identities, I have sometime I forgot things
but my old psychiatrist said It’s not dissociation
I bet he think I’m hysteria dissociative type that why I had forget something
that why he gave me schizophrenia as diagnosed in the first place
He said it’s delusion of being controlled
I feel so ashamed of talking about it, but I guess it’s okay here
I don’t identify myself with my own body
I feel like I’m just someone who use this body
it’s sound wild and pretty unstable
sometime when parent caught other(other one who isn’t me) using this body
they would called me demon or monster and angry at them
I had many when I was unmedicated.I believed,for example,that there are two suns while wandering streets in summer and that I’m eating dead people when eating meet.Scary!
One of mine was kinda funny. I don´t know if you guys have seen “They Live”, but something like that but with a psychopath-illuminati order that rules the economy and goverment. And yes, I was John Nada.
Thinking i was Jesus haha
I thought I was the prophet of the second messiah. Fun at first but not later on
Worst delusions I ever had were:
Feeling like the group of women, sitting behind me in Church, were boring a huge hole in my head with their thoughts.
Sensing that people could tell what I was thinking.
Sensing other people’s thoughts, and their thoughts were evil and malevolent and about me.
That meaningful recovery from SZ wasn’t possible.
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