I was at a small party with about 10 people. My friend’s birthday party. While we sa at the table I realized there were many creative and talented people there. My mind instantly started to spin off. Voices told me I am among other superior people. That I was among others like me. The voices tried to amp up my grandiose thinking and feelings. This was a secret society of superior people.
Then later they started to mock me for my presents. The voices, not the people. That I had too simple presents. But I did not have too much cash and had to buy something.
I hate it when that happens. My brain is my worst enemy.
I got her a toy she could use to play with her cat and flowers.
Sounds like nice presents.
Very nice presents. All of our minds are our own worst enemies.
Yeah, those are good presents. I don’t know your financial situation but your friend would understand if you don’t have a lot of extra money. When I go to the occasional birthday party or at Christmas with my family they all know I don’t have a lot of money. I want to buy expensive gifts for people but they always tell me to just limit my spending to a certain amount. They will tell me to spend no more than $10.00 or $15.00 on a gift for example.
Did anybody notice anything was going on with you at the party? If no one noticed then that is at least one positive thing.
I don’t think anyone noticed, maybe they noticed me spacing out. My friend has sz. I think she told them I have sz too. Or maybe that is good old paranoia. I try to blend in among normal people.
I fought my voices. I did not let them take control. I’m in control. That is a good thing.
I LOOOOVE driving mine crazier than I am. They screw with me, I screw with them. They’re MY prisoners, not the other way around. Should’ve never set foot in my damn brain.