I dont know. Anything really. You, me, them, us. All is one? Or maybe all are none. You see i grew up in a bad home. But the home wasnt bad. Sometimes it was fine. Now i try to make my home good but im stuck. Between realities and fiction. Action, inaction. Theres duality in nature and in all of us. Sometimes were good and other times were evil but most of the time were good. Its not that black and white. I gues thats why i see my mom as good who does bad. She used to really beat on my dad. Ive seen blood, trails of blood. I dont want to talk about it
Maybe considering the fact that im sick has a lot to do with it. Like a ripple in the ocean of the human experience.
Sometimes i see my thoughts reflected here in a supposed “other”, the other being you. A reflection of a fragmented mind tormented by higher being. Oh lower. I dont even know, or remember, the duality has my split.
Like a thought echo chamber i see in platos cave watching reality unfold begore me like a ruined castle
Hey, sorry Moon. It sounds like your struggling with reality and your relationship to it a bit. I’m sorry you appear to be struggling with it atm. Here’s to better times.
I mean do you even know what reality is? Were just here riding on a butterfly wing with no direction.
On really romantic evenings of self i go salsa dancing with my confusion
That’s hard question. I guess it is everything that exists. Everything that can be proven to be real. As opposed to those things that are imagined. Maybe that’s not a very good definition. I don’t know. I guess it can be difficult to see the difference between the two.
Reality as it happens is some agreed upon shared experience, but i mean its iffy right? Couldnt it be plausible that were hallucinating in this collective consciousness and call it reality because it appears so?
There are bits of reality not yet seen to the human eye, illussive. There must be bits not yet known and this is the schizophrenic experience
If schizophrenia were the revelation of whats real, don’t you think schizophrenics would share the same experience? The sz experience is unique to different schizophrenics. No two are exactly the same.
Anyway, I think I’m going to move this to unusual beliefs.
It may be unusual but arent all good things. And anyway not sharing doesnt inherently mean not real. Each of us are unique and our capacities different, reality is just a manifold of this with each person perceiving an entirely different perspective. Schizophrenics just dare to indulge in it and have conviction in their “”“imagination”“”" like saying tulpas are real and yet a fabrication, a projection of the collective conscious tapped in by less than is usual, yet exists nonetheless
I’ve been privy to delusions and unusual beliefs due to schizophrenia. I am not an outsider to these beliefs. I can say with pretty confident conviction that the false beliefs I had during psychosis were not real now that I am out of psychosis.
I’m a bit worried that you are indulging in the fantasy aspects of your illness. I personally do not believe it is good for a schizophrenic to indulge in such as “reality”. I really don’t believe schizophrenics have some special insight into reality.
Btw, I have no idea what “tulpas” are.
Never mind, I looked it up.
Honestly ive been fighting it all day but my thoughts intrude and im tired of fighting
Maybe you need a good nights sleep to refresh your mind.
I believe it 15
Ok. I just want to say I understand and I’m sorry you lived through that.
Your purpose is to have a sense of purpose…to take your gift and share it with the world…to make the world a better place after you have left it…no matter the scale.
The love and commitment of one solid couple can influence generations. Be the start of that chain. Or be that inspiration on your own terms.
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