The thing was that I was unable to control my thought processes & wound up in bouts of intense confusion. I didn’t know what time or day it was or what I should be doing. I had to quit work because it became too overwhelming.
I had to move back into my family’s house and I broke a window in a temporary fit. She called the cops on me for shouting back at the voices and for that day. They brought me into a mental ward and a case manager & doctor I was assigned to have tried to push meds on me ever since. I didn’t want to, but since I was still heavily confused & somewhat deluded about reality I decided to comply.
In retrospect I should have never been put on medication, but I wasn’t clairvoyant enough to make decisions - my imagination & mind were being completely ruled over.
P.s. - this summary is when I was FIRST put on meds. I was simply afraid of authorities at the second time I was put on meds, so I complied given the doctor’s “orders”.