I thought the nurses during my first hospital stay were going to end up being my disciples. That hospital visit was nuts. I was in the quiet room pretty much the whole time.
I gathered the nurses together to explain how God was talking to me through books and that I was going to save the world or something. Looking back on it they were pretty nice to not just laugh in my face.
I had the delusion my boss was in love with me all though I just like to think I didnāt play my cards right. I had quit that job. Iāve had some embarrassing things to where I thought people were talking about me and I called them out on it but whether it was true or not , Iām not sure. As far as outrageous , I threw a guy through a window head first
because I āknewā he was pure evil and we argued all the time.
Iāve got a few,
Iād usually say get arrested and harass and go after the police.
or date a chick I never thought I would date for several months only to snap back to reality after being diagnosed knowing I was dating her and not even remembering a single conversation or memory with her but some how we slept together multiple times and I was never really interested in her so it looked bad when I broke up with her.
but my worst was actually going to the casino to play poker while being full blown psychotic ( I had money btw from my job/savings) but going to a casino in the middle of the night in the only city in my state to play poker in clothes that I had still from when I was 14-15 and torn, ripped and all that. Sitting down at a poker table getting completely wasted and being psychotic while saying really strange things (surprised I didnāt get arrested) and thinking that I could hallucinate and see other peoples cards. And some how managing to get back to the train station 8 hours later early in the morning and catching a cab ride home and throwing the money in a safe spot in the house to only find it a year later after being diagnosed and counting up that I had over $1500 sitting there saved and hidden in my house (this is how i remembered this). that I had hidden away while being psychotic and coming back from the casino. (I canāt even remember why I hid it) but I can only assume it was because I thought people were after it and im surprised i didnāt even lose the money while I was at the casino lol
Wow thatās pretty crazy
Yep.
A lot of crazy things happen when you are full blown psychotic for months, some how holding down a semi full time job, relationship, paying bills and all that and being semi-fully functional. Iāve got a ton of stories that I can sort of remember but my mother occasionally tells me some of them near the end of the psychotic āspreeā if you could call it that before I got diagnosed because as you can imagine it just got worse and worse and worse as the days and weeks went on before being diagnosed. But now you canāt even tell Iām a schizophrenic not even the drās can theyāve even admitted it to me, they see ānothingā wrong with me. but for a while there i was crazy as bat sh#t. I seen another person on this forum posting about invega sustenna and how bad it is, but man that drug has seriously changed my life. Besides the weight gain and the mind being turned of (which Iāve learnt to function with) itās actually a fantastic drug. Thereās no way in hell I could go back to being how I was not now i wouldnāt survive through it.
Donāt take steps backwards, take them forward everyday. A new experience every day to learn and make things happen. āIf things arenāt going your way in life, what would the hero in your life do for you. Now be that because you are the hero of your life.ā Joe Rogan"
Hmm lets seeā¦ First I went wandering from town to town, sometimes staying in hotels, sometimes wandering through the night playing out all kinds of psychotic scenarios and sometimes knocking on peopleās doors, I think when I returned home after four or five days I had racked up a thousand pounds on my credit card. In the midst of it I went swimming without a bathing suit In a public pool. Spent lots of time on busses, trains, underground, totally out of it and hearing voices all the time, I was leading a telepath army to take over the world.
When I was staying at my moms I walked into town in my pyjamas and slippers, went to the shops and was eventually returned home by police.
There was a few days when I refused to sleep in the house and I dragged my mattress into the garden, it was all to do with a great wind spirit who around midnight led me through the house to cleanse it of evil influences.
Too much more stuff to mentionā¦ Never got sectioned though.
Once I seriously insulted one of my close friends without any reasons. I donāt know why I did that. She doesnāt know about my illness and we havenāt spoken since. Itās been 4 years. 
Does it counts manic episode?
Dancing on the bar. Very bad.
And throwing the wine glasses in restaurant.
One other time, I thought this guy who was a friend of a friend, wanted to marry me. so I packed my luggage, called him and wanted to move in with him 
This is when my friends stopped me and called an ambulance. I was hospitalized and diagnosed then. I still wonder what this guy thinks of me 
Thatās funny.
Once I saw my momās friend, she was teaching in our school, and she asked me how is my mum and I told her: sheās fine how are you bitch? 
I was lucky I never had that howling at the moon moment. No one knows Iāve serious MI (outside of a few family members) , they know Iāve had a chequered past in terms of employment and thatās it.
I just always knew , that sounding or acting crazy , would make me look crazy , so I kept it to myself , but internally I had ridiculous delusions and suffered serious hallucinations.
But Iāve experienced other peoples MI , I remember when I was young a neighbour turned up at our door and asked if she could come in and go to bed. She was just tired. She suffered an abusive family situation and just needed sleepā¦
I just pace around like a robot.
There was a time where I REFUSED to wear anything but my P.J.'s
I went out to dinner in my jammiesā¦ I went to the shops in my jammiesā¦
My kid sis kept me out of trouble with this oneā¦ she would dress up to the top and go with meā¦ I remember her telling people we were going to a silly dress partyā¦ Or it was a frat dareā¦ and other stuff like that.
Since I lived near the University dorms back thenā¦ no one really paid much attention to us.
Took naked pictures of myself, Francesca Woodman style, and emailed them to friends at 3 in the morning.
Canāt say I wouldnāt do another selfie photo shoot. They were very artistic, but I wouldnāt email them to people.
Continuing my CIA storyā¦ I would leave post it notes with messages for them up on the hill by the road where I live. Thing is though I actually sent in thread reports to the CIA and the FBI, and a legit FBI car was driving past my house over and over. I kept telling myself ānothing to fearā¦ Iām the hero who is doing them a solidā 
My ego during psychosisā¦ oh boy.
Donāt know if Iāve already said this but I also talked to a pen for hours explaining how a book was speaking to me. I thought it was a CIA mic.
I hopped a train and hitch hiked to Tennessee. I had some vague idea that I was going to go visit an old friend in Florida. I got as far as Jackson, Tennessee where I got busted by the police for carrying a concealed deadly weapon. The weapon was a knife, and I never got withing a hundred yards of anyone with the knife. They kept me in jail for two months with no trial. Then they sent me to Western Tennesse Mental Hospital in Bolivar, Tennessee. They kept me there about four months and then sent me back to Oklahoma.
Ran my car into a tree going 60mph. I somehow made it without much damageā¦Or did i?
Ugh I love you, lol
My roommate (before we lived together) and I would always greet the NSA when we talked on the phone. Weād hear the click and say, āoh hello, NSA, glad you could join us tonight!ā and continue talking.
I just referred to that time as a delusion recently and she was irate. She is generally a thousand times more sane than me, but in some things we are a disastrous match 