It gets me when I’m up…and it gets me when I’m down.
My only two bullets against this beast of an affliction are my sense of humour and my love of music.
But every time I go to War with the monster, I get my head ripped off.
That’s why I don’t really fear death. At least the beast won’t bother me anymore when I’m dead.
This is my Schizophrenia…
i use to not fear death , actually would put myself in death defying situations with guns gangsters and mental kind of behavior , risking my life just so i could be a hero and i guess so that i felt alive…due to my experience , they tried to kill me once and had me trying to kill myself like the other 10 times till the point where i was grateful for my life.
i tried humor and music , they dont go so well for me , humors gets delusional thinking where as music gets this 1 ass hole singing songs on repeat at night whilst im trying to sleep the jack ass , didnt even smoke this time like wtf man , womens voice whatever…asshol e is what ive decided to call them (my voices)
hey get this , my voices are a bit ■■■■■■ up and can speak through my mouth , they just tried to make me attack you lol
that last paragraph was gonna end like
asshol e is what ive decided to call them ----no (my voices)=i did that part for your sake
I suggest exercise and socializing