I can’t find “soteria” in the dictionary.
You know it’s funny, as far as bi-polar goes I was worried I had it when I was19 and took lithium for a few days but it gave me a tummy ache and made me feel strange so I stopped and never followed up with my doctor. Many doctors over the years tried to get me to take meds for bi-polar but I wouldn’t stay on them because I preferred to be hypo-manic. It wasn’t until I had $12,000 in gambling debt facing me that I had to finally admit I needed help. As far as psychosis goes, I guess when I followed the instruction of a command hallucination to try to kill myself is when I knew I had a problem.
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I only faced up to the reality of my illness when I was admitted to the hospital by force.
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I am still struggling with the concept of being unwell. However, having said that, I decided I needed meds when I started carrying a knife and grabbing it whenever people passed because I was convinced I’d be kidnapped. I memorized car license plates and streets and any detail I could so I could describe it to the police once I escaped. I was so scared all the time. So I decided to get help. My Saphris has really made a difference.
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Thank you, Air. Very interesting.
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When I watched a television show about the Russian Romanov Dynasty and believed I was Anastasia the missing daughter thought to still be alive. I also would watch sad movies and was no longer able to cry where before I was always a sook.
I spent a year in my first group home. I thought I was fine.
Next was 8 months in the hospital. I thought, “Nothing wrong with me.”
In 1989 I had what they told me was called a “relapse”. No biggee. I got hospitalized, pumped full of sedating medication, chained to a table, and weird people in the hospital kept giving me funny looks and doctors kept wanting to talk to me. I got addicted to crack and some marijuana freaked me out. I thought that everybody goes through this and I thought I was cool and perfect.
Then a gorgeous blonde went out on a date with me and I panicked and freaked out that someone that beautiful would even talk to me. So that was bizarre and I thought, “That is not normal. Why would a beautiful girl go out with plain me? Am I crazy?” It was at that exact moment that it hit me and I realized something was drastically wrong with me. The rest is history.
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Lol ur a joker
Sometimes I’m not sure when you are being serious or not
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It’s OK, half the time I’m not sure either.
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When i started self harm at age 13 and a rapid succession of more and more mental issues and disorders. I accept it now though
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