Ever have this fear? I guess it’s common enough around here. I fear it because of all my empty time. I don’t know what to do.
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Find a hobby or do some volunteer work. Fill up those empty hours with something productive.
I had this problem, so I started volunteering and took up some hobbies to fill my day. Now, I’m even back in school. I’m not saying you have to do too much, but everyone needs a way to occupy their time. I’m much happier with things to do.
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Last time i went bonkers i was locked in a psyche ward for a month. So yeah im pretty scared to go bonkers again. Ive just been keeping my eye out for jobs i think i can handle and staying on my meds.
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Lately my thinking is starting to be a bit off.
Maybe it’s because of my mood cycles.
I’ll talk about it with my psychiatrist, hopefully the increased Depakote works or she’ll have to also raise the Risperidone.
Getting tired of this crap.
I live with this fear too. I’m afraid that I’m going to lose my ■■■■ in public and start talking nonesense.
This is why I rarely go out of the house and have limited interaction with strangers. It’s a shame.
I used to be anxious but this is off the frickin charts.
I was pretty crazy on Latuda - a lot better nowadays
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I’ve started worrying less about this. I’ve noticed a lot of people talk to themselves out loud in public so now I don’t feel so much shame in doing it too.
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I’m on latuda now. I can’t feel my feelings on this stuff. Is that what you mean? I was on geodon before this and it wasn’t much better.
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Both Latuda and Geodon were not good for me 
I was just all over the place on Latuda could not focus at all and geodon had too many side effects
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I’m going bonkers and I have a job and kids and responsibilities so I don’t think occupying your time with volunteering or hobbies is a fix all. I do know the feeling of wanting to crawl out of your skin or tear up your house. It’s a horrible feeling. When I was first diagnosed I got out of the hospital and was at home with nothing to do. It was horrible. I would cry. My dad suggested I go over to my aunts house and hang out with my cousins who were really young. Kind of like a babysitter but my aunt was home. I would go over there and play with them. It made me feel a lot better.