It’s like being tortured but not as fun.
It’s like having a dead battery.
Off meds, it’s like dreaming while I’m awake.
Like a nightmare
That’s what it’s like for me.
Yeah more of a nightmare, not a dream
Schizophrenia for me is a mixed bag. The meds make me weaker but the illness itself has made me stronger. Among other things. I would say it is like a bag of skittles with the flavors I like and the flavors I don’t like.
Feels like I’m being abused
For me its a lifesentence of loneliness, noone hears what i hear. I am alone with my hallucinations. Not much longer, nearly there.
that’s why I documented what I went through mentally while psychotic in my book…i wanted ppl to see the suffering involved with being psychotic.
It’s like being in a hurry.
Having a voice talk to me constantly sucks. Seriously have issues with having it.
It’s a challenge in life I never wanted to have
Like a computer with low operating memory (RAM).
Schizophrenia is a lot like a book I read by William Blake called Urizon. I have not read much of Phillip k Dick but I’ve heard stories of his drug induced psychosis.
I felt so tortured when I had cruel hateful voices , moanes n gun shots etc
It made me physically constantly tense too and my body couldn’t relax .
Digging my own grave and getting stuck in the coffin and thinking i am Claustrophobic and need to get out.
It is like having a special power that is useless or a detriment.
Lacks of feelings and lack o socializing. A ife by self. I have no voicec to talk to thanks God, but there’s no one to talk to, just here expressing my existence. are moments when I can not fall asleep and meds, makes me go numb and my muscle very tense, hence more meds needed. Totally sucks. It is a prison of the mind and meds, where all the energy was taken away by pills.
sometimes I see schizophrenia as a reminder that Im human and have limits. Im doing better often because I work hard on mental wellness. But its exhausting; when my demons are gone I feel lonely. I think fighting them sort of empowered me because I learned coping skills, tactics to strengthen me—but it also weakened me because something about copesetic hours wasted on needless suffering without a cure.