Last night, I opened the door for police and paramedics and found one of my tenants dead. I believe it was a heart attack. Since then, images of this person have been flashing in my mind and last night I heard his voice. I got upset and didn’t take my quetiapine and haven’t taken my risperidone. I will take my meds though. Just shaken up by something that I wouldn’t have imagined to be traumatizing at all. I’ve only been eating fruit, I’ve been avoiding smoking, and even taking methylphenidate is sketching me out.
Being reminded of our mortality can be a shake up. I wouldn’t apologize for your reaction.