I entered full-blown “psychosis”. I was manic, happy, and ready to die. I had spirits visiting me and they told me to quit my job - that I was a servant of God and I was in God’s hands from that point on.
I had starved myself that day and continued dehydrating my entire body by spitting any excess saliva. I also walked about a half marathon, all around inner city Milwaukee and down to the beach to thoroughly enter a caloric & water deficit. I was up all night that night and felt my consciousness slowly separating from this world into another one. I was dying, so it felt, and “angels” were happy that I was finally departing this world.
I was hoping to die within the next few days, of starvation or dehydration - one of the two, but police escorted me off the beach & into a hospital when people called the cops on me. I committed no crime, and to this day still do not understand why I was put into custody. All I was doing was conversing (in their eyes to myself) and just hanging out on the beach.
It was a beautiful day, almost makes me cry because of how glorious the weather was that day. Tomorrow morning marks the day I was picked up. I’m hoping to go for a walk tomorrow & every 29th of September as an annual remembrance of my endurance those days.