First post here, but i’ve been lurking a lot lately.
This my first episode in years and I feel so helpless. my referrals keep getting ping-ponged between departments it’s like no one wants to help. all the while i can’t go outside because i don’t want the perverted men to get me, but now they’ve started breaking into my flat.
I’ve been feeling like i might never get better and all my career goals and life goals might never happen so what’s the point in anything?
any words of advice for when you get like this?
My advice is to be strong about advocating for your treatment. The squeaky wheel gets the grease, as they say. Don’t be afraid to call every day to ask about your treatment. And if it gets really bad, and you no longer feel safe with yourself, the hospital is a good resource. Sometimes, a recent hospitalization will make community treatment plans happen much more quickly.
i’ve only just started getting treatment so no meds. they want to try cbt first. only taking citalopram like i have for years.
i’ve not actually been diagnosed with anything except bpd. the doctors acknowledge i’m going through psychosis right now but no diagnosis as of yet- just joined this forum as i can relate to other people here.
What do you mean that, “You don’t want perverted men to get me but now they’ve started breaking into my flat?” Are these real people or just your thoughts? When I was psychotic, I thought I was dating celebrities whom I never met. So, it sounds as if these are thoughts of yours? Then, I would just take it easy and seek professional help. Hopefully, they will find the right medication/s for you. For me, medication has been key to my ability to survive on my own. Therapy has helped in conjunction to this. But, the main treatment has been finding the right medication.
I’m not sure if they’re thoughts because i 100% heard someone walking in my kitchen but when i went to look they already left. I see men in their cars trying to stalk me and men follow me when I walk around so now I avoid going outside. I’m fairly certain I have a chip in my wrist, that’s why the perverts that want to get me know when i’m coming.
but i don’t know what’s real. when i went to hospital i saw the nurse write delusional thoughts on her notes
