I didn’t at first. I refused that I was mentally ill and that I needed meds to function normally. I told my psychiatrist that I am not sick and don’t need meds.
I went to court vs my psychiatrist to get out of mental hospital. I was keeping my meds in my mouth and then spat them out after the nurse is gone. Psychiatrist said refusing meds is part of the disease.
I lost in court and they kept me 6 months in mental hospital, sucks…
I convinced my other psy to stop my meds. I ended up trying to kill myself from the voices after a year of stopping meds…
Probably took 8 years or so? I got a past life memory of some important figure telling me I truly have schizophrenia. I doubted it in my past lives. Past lives don’t exist, but are part of my matrix of thoughts and beliefs. That’s when the anosognosia went away.
When I received my diagnosis of sza, I was relieved. I finally had a name for this horrible stuff that was happening, and had been happening to me for years.
I literally decided on the basis of a pro’s and con’s list. Trying to proof the truth of either my delusions or the notion that I was psychotic got me nowhere.
Stopping meds is dangerous for me. I stopped 3 times and became dangerous to myself and to others. I ended up trying to kill myself because I thought I was Jesus. I went to the emergency due to Tylenol overdose, I vomited many times there and on my way.
Drs told me I was close to completely kill my liver and I would have needed a liver transplant if I came late to the hospital. I still have liver pain from time to time especially when I eat fatty and dairy food.
Last year while my grandpa was in the hospital, I stopped my meds for a few days because it made me hungry and I was tired of being scolded for overeating. That three days was all it took for my mom to notice that I was getting psychotic. I haven’t tried to quit my meds since.
I accepted it after the first time I tapered down my meds on my own and realised I could absolutely not make it without meds.
It also helped that my psych sent me to psychoeducation, where I was taught about the disease and the symptoms.