Its called ‘Die Bleek Man op my Hakke’ (The Bleak Man on My Heels) by Harriet Christou. It is in my second language Afrikaans (a South African language derived from Dutch) Very interesting account of the author’s journey with sz. She had a lot of visual and auditory and olfactory hallucinations, its quite amazing how many! Her bathwater was blood, she saw lots of people, heard voices, and something I identify with - she used to cut herself a lot when emotionally vulnerable. I can hardly put it down!
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Sounds interesting …