I was starting my sophomore year at a good university. Had an apartment with two roomates. Was a server at red lobster. Was paying off a car. Mostly smoked weed with friends for fun. No nicotine either.
Idk exactly when I got sz
hi,
Doing well in warehousing…driving a forklift and lift truck and kicking ass. Living by myself in self funded accomadation…doing pretty well.
Smoking a pack a day…smoking pot everyday…only after work to wind down…never before work or anything.
Heaps of friends. Captain of B grade cricket side. Much respected around the traps.
Went psychotic in front of a workplace of 250 people…a cricket club of 100 people…
Not much fun that!
Rogueone.
man i was on slippery slope to doing some crazy stuff round work and school, cops showed up before that happened, did humiliate myself to friends.
I was trying to earn a BS Degree in Meteorology. I was struggling to make headway with the subject matter and should honestly had quit because I suck at math and computer science but I agreed to take tofranil based on the misdiagnosis of ADD which my Mom thought was accurate for me and gave it one last try. So I developed schizophrenia 400 miles away from home far away from family with no real friends around. Quite frankly I’m lucky i made it back home alive.
Was in my second year of medical school. Was really, really stressed and living in a stressful flat with other students.
Ive shown symptoms most of my life, but when i really broke down and got real sick, this was my life:
I was 25 made alot of money and Owned and operated a successful lighting company, had a girlfriend who just got pregnant (she stopped taking her BC pills without telling me, and also found out she was cheating on me) had multiple vehicles, owned a house, had tons of friends, drank like a fish and smoked as much pot as air i breathed, among other substances, i was in impeccable shape physically. I thought i was doing pretty good. I could remember everything and learn complicated things in mear minutes.
Now im not medically able to work anymore, my cognitive deficits are substantial, i can barely retain any info when reading and my comorehension is staggering , i have a limited relationship with my son due to the ex, i have maybe 5 friends i talk to, i lost all my cars, lost my house, stopped interacting with 95% of my former friends, im 30lbs overweight, completely broke trying to support a household on SSI, my dog died, and my wife is not doing good health wise.
I feel like my pre SZ life is like a dream it seems so distant from where i am now. But i can say that i am mentally healthier and have a vetter outlook and attitude about it all. About 3 years of constant psychosis has definitely taken its toll but i have grown and learned from it, and i will continue to try to regain some form of my former self. The cognitive symptoms are prob worst to bear, besides my relationship with my son, because i feel like im losing my intellect which is something i prided myself on, and now i feel like Icarus and flew too close to the sun and melted my wings. I just want to retain what IQ points i have left and not feel like its such an overwhelming shortcoming
I was 35 and working as a high powered controller at a hedge fund. I built automated spreadsheets for them that no one else could and they recognized that. I was highly respected but doomed to a life as a temp because of a bankruptcy in my past. The job was good but knowing I would be replaced sucked the life out of me. Then I went catatonic with voices in my head and they fired me, last time I ever worked. I’m 37 now
I was in school. Had a job. Had a boyfriend. I lost all of it. I was 30.
I never had a life before my psychosis. Literally my earliest memories are of hallucinating.
I was 17 and I’ll admit I was pretty narcissistic, but damn I was cool. I was the go-to person for whatever drug you needed in my small town. I used to hike and climb a lot. I was wicked smart. Had a couple perfect scores on MCAS (the mass standardized testing). And I felt like my life was only beginning. Now I really really really struggle to find a reason to continue. I really can’t imagine a future or what it can contain. I barely leave the house when I’m not working. I’m super depressed. I have maybe half the IQ I used to. And hell I can’t feel good about myself anymore, let alone feel the pride I used to.
I was really isolated and desperate, having trouble working and living on my own.
I was using MASM 6.0 to code using x86 CPU instruction set to write the smallest program in this European coding competition in 1998 and 1999.
Unfortunately, I “felt as if my thought had been taken out of the head” while I was programming. I was then diagnosed with Schizophrenia in the same year.
I was still a kid, living in a physically and sexually abusive household. I had no friends, because my OCD/Tourette’s behaviors made me look weird to the other kids, and I was convinced God was making my life miserable because he wanted me to kill myself. Sz didn’t make me lose anything. I had nothing to lose.
Life is much better now. For the first time, I actually fear death, because I want to keep experiencing the joys life has to offer. I am happy most days. I have hope for the future being even better than the present.
I was flying from to and it was christmas. I was taking my cat with me. I was having extreme anger outbursts people were surprised by. I was acting weird for a year already. I was SO excited for a new life in
During the christmas break with family, we had some family problems in the community. I think my mind made up half the story and it got twisted into pychosis which i only now am recovering from. This was chrsitmas 2010. I was complete out of touch in for around one year and had nobody by my side to help me other than a few friends who thought i was just weird crazy and bitchy.
Before complete psychosis, i was working as marketing executive in a very nice company with nice people. I lived in a high rise building studio and had a cat. I used to just live my life. Eat drink party work.
I had no burdens
Well I had graduated University with a Masters. I took a two year Gap Year. I then went back to study a Msc in Interactive Media. I dropped out due to my first psychotic break.
I was a high functioning Marine Corps helicopter pilot. Had just finished a combat tour in Iraq before I got sick.
It hit me suddenly and late in life.
What life? I got diagnosed at age 19. After high school I spent the next two years partying and going through a string of minimum wage jobs. I had a lot of fun with a few friends and we had our little adventures but I was just drifting along with no real plans or goals. Things happened and I got round.
I moved out of my parents house about a month after I turned 18 and lived with my sister in a nice apartment. We had our own lives, I payed half the bills, I payed rent, and I did half her cleaning. But one day I took too much LSD and I had a terrible, terrible, bad trip. It changed me and I was never the same again. I started isolating. I still was working my jobs but my friends had drifted away or moved on. I was going through great anxiety, panic attacks, and really bad agoraphobia so it was tough driving and going out in public.
I hid my problems from everybody (or at least I thought I did) But after that bad trip which I know now triggered my schizophrenia, I moved back with my parents. I still worked somehow but I spent a lot of the day laying on the coach watching TV and doing simple things like going out to empty trash or get the mail was an ordeal that I hated doing. I isolated but no one suspected I had schizophrenia. I still got out in public and I used to drive across town to go jogging on a mountain trail I liked Then I started seeing my first therapist. Months later I was put in my first psyche ward. At age 19 I was diagnosed with paranoid schizophrenia.
I had some psychotic symptoms since my teen years, but as far as just before my first actual psychotic break …
I was a first-year med student, who was having an increasingly difficult time in school as the months went by. I was going to a small private school in Philadelphia, more than 500 miles from my family. I didn’t have many friends in my class, due to most people finding me to be weird, but I did have a few. After getting out of the hospital, I stayed in school, hellbent on finishing out the year, dumb prideful mistake, should have withdrawn from classes and gone home right away. Instead I threw myself back into intense study.
But yeah, overall I lived a pretty happy life, had been for a couple years at that point. Had five years of depression from age 15-20, culminating in suicide attempts, but I mostly enjoyed the last two or three years before becoming very sick for the first time.
I was the class clown and nobody â– â– â– â– â– â– with me cause i had a big rep for scrappin after school. I had good grades then bam half way through grade 10. I got really sick and my dad forced me to go to school until i turned 18 and on my bday i dropped out. I isolated and got into crack worked alot of jobs but i was a ghost at these shitty jobs. Went undiagnosed for 4 years worst time of my life. Smoked alot of crack for a year and a half. Almost died from that crap havent smoked it in 10 years and 2 months