Did schizophrenia change you totally?
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Yes im different
It seemed to worsen a lot of my less desirable traits.
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I think I’ve had it all my life so it’s just who I am, It hasn’t changed me i guess. Always been my weird awkward self lol.
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I was born with it. I’m sure I’d be different if I was born without it.
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Yea I’m weird when I’m by myself sometimes now, I used to be completely normal
When I was sixteen I underwent a dramatic change in my personality. I had been sociable, rowdy, and boisterous. I was suddenly quiet and sullen. I got these anxiety attacks. Almost without exception, any time I was in a social situation I was totally quiet because of the anxiety. I still feel a chill when I remember my high school days.
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No it didn’t change me but it is humbling for me.
Yeah. I stress less. I’m less afraid and more mellow. I’m not as smart but I’m a bit better focused. I don’t obsess about things like I used to. All in all meds were a great thing for my life. I finally got my brain sorted from a lifetime of being different.
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This is who I am, Who I have been most of my life. Sz took from me my fear of trying anything new.
I no longer avoid doing anything different, and can actually ask for help if I need to.
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Yeah I changed a lot. My imagination isn’t so great anymore. I end up being more practical and worldly. I’m more into immediate gratification. I am a generally nicer and more understanding person. A lot of my worse traits do tend to appear more noticeable. I no longer act like nothing is impossible and I am capable of great achievement.
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The schizophrenia made me delusional and arrogant while failing at everything at the same time. After I went on the meds, realized what was actually happening in my life, I ate a slice of humble pie. I also lost my motivation to live. i don’t know exactly what happened, but schizophrenia, even after taking pills and my life rebounding, i’ve lost the will to live. i only study and try hard because I feel like I have to stick around cuz my dad said he might commit suicide too if I did. I feel like I have to stick around to help my family, or at least not cause them emotional pain by doing it. I really can’t get out of the infinite loop of wanting to die though, but I know someday I will eventually regardless of what I do. I keep hoping that taking high doses of antipsychotics and antidepressants and eating only junk food will cause me to die young, like in my thirties or forties. I don’t want to grow old.
Another thing that changed me was this dream where I thought God talked to me. The change wasn’t immediate, but i am different now because of it. I basically had it at about the very beginning of my schizophrenia, when I had started seeing red eyes sometimes and not knowing what it meant. i was actually an atheist at the time, but not really decisive, probably more agnostic than atheist. I had started seeing red eyes, and thinking it was some kind of demon, I prayed for God to protect me and to basically cleanse me of evil because I thought maybe it was the beginning of demonic possession or something I simply did not know what, while not really believing anything would happen.
I then had the dream during sleep paralysis right after that. It mostly consisted of imagery and phrases from the Bible and a lot of it, all connecting together in such a way that I thought, honestly, that it would be hard to imagine all of it happening together in that way in a single dream if it was just my subconscious. Aside from being phrases and imagery from the Bible, God also told me a couple of basic messages, like to stop being so afraid, to stop retaliating against my mother, that John the Baptist was the greatest which was relevant because I was very arrogant and thought that I was very holy and a prophet, and when I asked about being a prophet, He said that I was not sent, which I didn’t understand at the time. I realized later when I was reading the Old Testament that it is a reference to false prophets in the book I think it was Jeremiah, that the false prophets ran but they were not sent by God. During the dream I was wondering if it was a different God because while I was bowing on my hands and knees before God, I looked behind me under my arms and saw this circular/oval surrounding of thrones and people on them. I did not know who they were. I couldn’t even tell what gender they were. Everything in the dream was white, with silhouettes and it was hard to describe. I realized later that they were the 24 elders. When I woke up I thought I counted approximately 18 of them, but they must have been the 24 elders. I’m fuzzy on it, but I think part of the dream mentioned the Christians and the people in the Middle East, about how He cares about them and is concerned about them or something. I don’t really know if it was because I was complaining about my first world problems to Him or because He is concerned about them coming to Christianity. I couldn’t really tell. When I tried peeking at God, I just saw this giant throne that went infinitely upwards, but I didn’t see any thing sitting on it, even though I know that God was right there talking to me. At some point He asked me if I wanted to talk to His son, and at this point this confirmed to me that this was the God of the Bible and not something else. After that I looked to my left and there was Jesus. He was sitting in a throne by the right hand of God. I couldn’t see many details, only that he was pure light in the shape of a man. I know that this is arrogant, but I just read another part in the Bible in the book of Joshua, where it basically says that God will hold His people in his right hand and they will bow before Him. It was a big deal to me because while the dream has changed my life for the better, it was filled with so much admonishment that I’ve been fearful that I’m not one of God’s people. But the dream/sleep paralysis began with a giant hand grabbing me and then being in a white throne room, and being told to bow before God, and then bowing. I only read that passage a couple of days ago, and I’m hoping that it will help me to feel better.
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Yes, it’s changed me. I’m paranoid now. I was always very trusting. I feel threatened all the time. I can’t think clearly, compliments of my meds. I’m less animated. I used to have an effervescent personality, very bubbly and outgoing. Now I’m dull.
Yep. I cuss way too much. Grouchy, sad, irritable. I can barely remember my old self before all this bs.
Completely. I used to be so calm and focused, after years of competitive FPS gaming, until I started taking piracetam and turning overly emotional. Took it repeatedly and was hospitalized repeatedly, until getting a traumatic head injury of some sort in 2015, feels like a blood clot of some kind, causing me to be in pain and angry and hallucinating 24/7. Been two to three years so far and nothing’s helping much.
The only things keeping me going are bedrest and hot bathtub soaks, the rest is just misery.
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I think it have evolve me more, but you never know who you would have turn out to be. You could always do the what if I wasn’t crazy? My schizophrenia make me want to reach out to all humankind. I kind of believe they are all part of something grand.
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It definitely changed me.
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Schizophrenia changed me totally. I used to be very bright. I used to be able to play piano by ear. Not anymore. I used to be an R.N. and worked in a very technical field. I could never do that now.
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I’m more realistic in my expectations of myself. Before getting sick I had all these dreams for myself lol. I’m more compassionate, especially towards others with a mental illness. It’s not something you can just get over like is commonly thought. 
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I’ve changed a lot… I used to be in my youth a womanizer. But when I developed Schiz at 19 I became spiritual… I started reading the Bible… Confucius… Taoism, Buddhism, Hinduism… I’m into all these religions because I was searching for a way out of my psychosis… to be a better person. And I have found both.
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