I used to go running in the depths of a park at like 11 pm cos I believed the ‘’ spirits’’ that were talking to me were protecting me from any harm.
I took apart a gas stove to “find the internet connection.” Same night, I looked down my wife’s shirt for sports scores and pushed the dots on her socks hoping to reset the internet.
I spent an hour with a dish towel trying to catch the invisible people walking around my room laughing at me and projecting their voices around the house. This went on for 2 weeks, hearing bangs around the neighborhood, and i lost alot of weight and couldnt sleep.
I had a friend once who had mania induced psychosis, and she mixed cookies into a bucket of soap water and scrubbed her entire apartment with it. When she came home from the hospital, she had to spend hours getting the now stuck cookie mix off her walls and floors.
i thought the voice of Jesus told me to go out in the front yard in my boxers and pick flowers until he said I could go in…scary at the time but hilarious later…I guess…I was psychotic, what’s funny about that?
Nothing’s funny about being psychotic.
I guess the title should be strange things we did whilst psychotic
I cut my hair in a bizarre style once. Shorn short on top and dyed red and at back and sides it was chin length and natural brown colour.
Wrote on my walls in my blood
Danced down the busy main road whilst listening to music (whilst in hypomanic episode)
Kept a knife in my studio in case my husband would try to kill me.
I flew to New York because the voices were telling me that I was invited to be a guest on the Today Show. ??? Why did I believe them?
i tried to hunt my voices outside, they were always in a different direction from one second to the other. i thought they were vampires.
another time, i freaked out after i flushed the toilet in the sewer system and ran into the woods heading east, thinking i would hike to new york state. i got disoriented in the woods and marched back down to the road and back home, thinking i had got away with my crime of flushing the toilet.
lastly i came across ‘arnold street’ when i was travelling, the same name of my grandfather who died before i was born. i knocked on one of the house doors and asked if they knew arnold, my grandfather, as i was convinced he was still alive and had started a new life somewhere else…
I threw out just about everything I owned, even the ceiling lights, lived in the dark, thought everything had cameras hidden in them, cost me thousands
I got out of my first psyche ward and my parents put me in my first group home. It was near downtown off a busy street.
After a week there I got up one morning put on some nice pants and a nice shirt and walked up and down the street applying for jobs. I put in applications and actually got two job offers; one was the Salvation Army thrift store and the other job was working in a doughnut shop. I picked the doughnut shop and worked there for three days before my parents found out.
They thought it was kind of funny that my first instinct was to get a job though I was psychotic as hell and I had just been in the hospital just a week before. They told me, "Nick, you don’t have to work, just concentrate on getting better. ". When I told my boss I quit he didn’t even pay me, he gave me three boxes of doughnuts instead and I brought them to my new home and the damn counselors ate almost all of them. It pisses me off now just to think about that.
I’ve had the same, also felt like my sense of humor has gotten better lol
I jumped off a balcony cuz I thought people were coming to torture me.
I made cops angry. I called the cops like 5 times in a day and told them that I am Jesus and that jews are trying to kill me with a radioactive poison on my thermos. I sprayed everything in the house with alcohol thinking it will “disinfect”. I bought detoxifying pills to remove the radioactive poison in me.
The cops started to get angry at the end and said they will give me a fine or arrest me for giving false information and wasting their time if I call again. There’s a lot more that I can’t remember and some are too extreme and embarrassing to say here.
Now it looks funny to me but it was unpleaseant at the time.
I was out gardening one night during a hurricane storm. My husband had to carry me back in the house because I was combative. The voices told me the best time to make my garden was during that time. Otherwise the gnomes would creep in and ruin everything.
I drove every direction I could thinking that my girlfriend was trying to kill me with spells and witchcraft — wound up in jail …
I can’t believe I lost over 100 000$ because of not taking my meds while psychotic. I could have bought a house.
This Illness gets the better of all of us so don’t feel bad weve all had our days
The saddest thing I’ve ever done while psychotic was to give my dog up for adoption because I thought he was being poisoned and tortured and I thought I was saving him by giving him away at the shelter.
Thankfully he was adopted by nice newlyweds.
I was devasted.