can you recall the worst time of your life? if you would like to share?
mine was 25t of September in Tenerife 2000 airport fully psychotic in a delusion
I never got over it to be honest
can you recall the worst time of your life? if you would like to share?
mine was 25t of September in Tenerife 2000 airport fully psychotic in a delusion
I never got over it to be honest
When using cannabis to self medicate in order to be able to sleep and eat. I was alone. I was lost snd confused about life. I felt i had to sell drugs. I just wasnt a good person, very antisocial and reserved. I became delusional and heard voices and all sorts of crazy hallucinations came over me. It was terrible. Fall of 2018.
I did the same @anon54334749 just sorrowful heart/mind break-in times
on a brighter note, slowly healing and becoming a new person
words can’t do justice to describe my sorrowful times
as in I can’t put it into ‘‘words’’
I think it involved spamming.
Just sharing my life story over the net
It was when i was trying to get clean, my 2nd husband left me, he won custody of the kids, we had to foreclose on our house, both cars got repoed, and we had to file bankruptcy. That was when my first intense psychosis episode happened and lasted for several months. I was hospitalized for a while. And that was just the beginning of 3 years of in and out of the hospital. It was awful. Worst time of my life.
Edited to add: and i lost my job as a relationship banker. Drugs are bad. They truly ruin lives.
I read sharing a problem is halfin a problem, just like talk therapy
it can resolve it sometimes depending
Luckily that was 12-13 years ago, and since then a lot of good has happened. I got remarried and husband #3 and i are going on 12 years together, 9 married. I fixed the relationship between my 2 older kids and myself, my oldest is 19 now. And ive had 2 more kids who are amazing with my current husband. I dont work anymore, but i have a lot to do at home as my youngest has a lot of medical issues, including a feeding tube. But generally im happy and so is my family
2018…I overdosed on 50,000 mg of acetaminophen. My liver began to fail. I was medevaced to Seattle and spent over 2 weeks in an ICU there and they thought I’d need a liver transplant. My sister flew in from Florida cuz everyone thought I was going to die. Somehow my body recovered but it took months before my liver enzymes were normal. I will never overdose on any med again, it was a nightmare.
I feel paranoid after sharing this. Is my subconcious connecting to the feelings of the time or something? ![]()
Probably when I was bullied and had a real bad self image.
Also when I was prodromal and hearing voices.
I tried to hang myself in a full psychotic state in Tenerife but someone saved me (longstory}
not getting into details of it atm
This is not that bad compared to other things that could happen in a persons life…
But probably when my ex and I took a trip to Philly. He ended up leaving me there by myself after we got in an argument. I physically felt pain in my heart and chest.
There’s more to the story- but I still remember how terrible that exact moment felt.
As a nursing student it’s amazing you survived that. I’m glad you’re here
Nothing can beat my first drug and alcohol fueled psychotic mixed dissociative episode. Second one was the year 2016 I was depressed laying bed all the time by august everything went good as I got a job and got along with the people there, it was the first time in my life I was part of a big group of people, then I got fired that same year and never saw them again, we probably weren’t even friends if I didn’t have a way to contact them I guess. Probably my fault too whatever. ![]()
This was probably for the better good I got stressed at times trying to fit in with them.
Definitely the year I spent at Soteria House in 1980 when I was 19-20. They didn’t believe in medication so I was freshly diagnosed and psychotic without meds. I was barely hanging on to my sanity every second of every day the entire time I was there. The 8 months I spent in the hospital right after that was almost just as bad.
I was at my lowest right after I recovered from psychosis for about four years which meanwhile my grandma was in the old folks home and I was too depressed about her condition to visit her plus she lived in another town and had a hard time affording the gas to go see her…killed me…almost.
I was medicated relatively heavily for me.
Still ‘residual’ psychosis going on.
Gaining weight which I wasn’t used to.
Could not jog anymore.
I felt like I was literally alone because people were just saying things on my mind and such…
Well in public mostly.
I was still heavily traumatised as it’s after I came out the psych ward for the first and second time one straight after the other.
It doesn’t sound too bad, but too me it was bad i felt like my brain was numb and I had akathisia too.
The worst part,
Is not knowing when that was all going to stop. :'/