I think people belonging to a particular group are out to get me. I’m not feeling that way much right now.
I continue thinking people are using telepathy to read my thoughts and also using witchcraft, spells ect, on me
I’m always concerned about others drugging my food.
This could be OCD related though.
That i was an angel for children - and i guided the ill little ones to heaven. I sometimes swear blind the CCTV cameras in town can see my wings as well.
And the voices i hear are my fellow angels guiding me on earth.
Yes it defys all logic - and almost has an air of arrogance and delusion of grandeur about it.
It took a year or so - to actually realise im a nobody, and at the time, found it quite depressing. 
Mine has been constant for years that i dont necessarily believe but i cant shake the thought and it makes me close my eyes. But its related to shame i think, when im doing something private ill get the thought that someone can “see” through my eyes like a television. Usually this person is the last person i had an argument with or someone i really look up to.
Does believing i can and should go off antipsychotics count?
My delusions were very similar. I started to doubt myself early. I compared myself to other schizophreniacs to see if I really can speak with “angels” or this is just a delusion. Most others I encountered at the time left an impression of being “clearly wrong”, as if mine were actually any better. Some examples. A guy often talked about having a flying transformer bike and hot blonde girlfriend. Delirious woman asking for candy and assaulting those who refused. An elderly woman with “suddenly revealed power”, that could talk to spirits and cast magic.
I believed myself to be different from all of those, since my delusions and hallucinations were much more elaborate. In reality it just means that I am trapped even deeper than them.
I wish I found more people earlier, who had delusions similar to those I quoted at the start of the message. That way I would have realised my own delirium much sooner and much suffering could have been prevented.
That God talks to me, personally, when he wants to.
That the government will kill me off whenever they see fit.
And that the government, the VA, puts the poison in our med prescriptions.
That my whole white family is racist. (Actually I’m not sure if this is true or not but I am like 90% sure it’s true).
What do you mean by drugging? What kind of drugs?
4 of my pdocs just disappeared no call no show, when I called the place they worked for they said they just disappeared no trace no warning, I’m afraid someone is trying to track me down from my providers and soon they’re gonna find me.
All kinds of drugs.
@SkinnyMe
My first psychotic episode the aliens communicated with me, and I had detailed plans of their technology that would have revolutionised our world and physics.
Unfortunately, I was shot down, as apparently there is not a grand communication network of every living soul in the universe that we can access.
I was so angry about how I was treated, I burnt all the drawings and plans, and that was it.
They were very angry with how I was treated, and this led them to be very abusive about doctors in particular, and I completely lost my mind and ended up on a forensic ward.
My beliefs are firmly rooted in this experience, and it was real. I don’t care what anybody says, I will not change my mind as I remember it all with such clarity.
Unfortunately it was too powerful for me to cope with on my own, and they should have tried communicating with someone who has the means to action their desire for us to advance before we destroy ourselves.
Now I know there is little point bringing this up with healthcare professionals, as when I talk about it they just say I am sick, then I get agitated by this and hence my justifiable anger then becomes another ‘symptom’.
Honestly, giving someone a mental health label just makes you a muted participant, with no credibility.
When I got hospitalized the first time I ran straight into a wallcorner and blacked out. There’s a small part of me that believes that I died then, and that when I came back to “conciousness” I was in a paralell reality where I will be tested if I go to heaven or hell.
No one believes me that I’m being followed and recorded by Navy SEALs and have been since 2008
My ex is a screenwriter and wrote a musical comedy about me. There are so many nods to me in it, it can’t be a coincidence. I hate it.
Then everything I watched was about me, books I read, songs and forums and chat rooms. I had to scale back how important my beliefs were, but yes, still very much believe it.
At the time when I was really ill, I was being listened to and monitored, communicated with and behaviourally controlled by these electric pops I would hear. I’m not as bothered by this now I am on aps again, but yes I still feel like its happening, I just don’t react. I interact with it a bit, but on a somehow friendly level.
Damn, feel like I’ve just identified myself
but hopefully this is just a mental health thing.
This is not a hallucination or delusion.
What r your symptoms like when you are under psychosis?
I wouldn’t know where to begin. I have unusual beliefs coming out of my ears.
That’s a scary delusion to live with @Wave . Are you afraid people are drugging your food almost 24/7? Or do you believe this only when you are either very revved up (manic), or very down and sad in mood ( depressed)?
I have many of them. Reading these makes me feel less alone. My current belief that I’m trying to shake is that if I go off the medications I will somehow evolve heightened electrical brain activity, where I will become telekinetic and astral project more frequently. The problem is that through hypnosis is how it all started, and I went way too deep. I saw my “astral double” a body of light, and I secretly believe that I wandered off too far in my sleep and broke the “silver chord” that connects the spirit or astral body to the physical human body. I think that’s pretty out there to be honest. I probably just practiced hypnosis so much that I put myself into extremely deep states and couldn’t pull myself out of them. I don’t think that’s what caused my illness, I’ve always been a sort of psycho-naut or someone who wants to explore the consciousness.
This is why I will never do shrooms. Or trip, or anything. Because I don’t want to become everything, I haven’t figured out how to not freak out when I become one with the universe. Enlightenment is not easy. So that’s why Shamans do it and I guess if I were a Shaman I wouldn’t need pills. Ughhh, it’s just difficult being me. It’s difficult having this disease of wanting to know everything. I remember one movie, I think it was Shutter Island…they said Einstein was crazy too–he went too deep.
Forget me. 151515