hallucinations
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I started this blog a year ago today. Hard to believe a year has passed since I had a violent and devastating mental break from reality and tried to kill myself, ending up hauled into the hospital by police. I felt the need, later, to write it all down. The aftermath was intense as well.
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My book – the first 120 or so posts in this blog – is under Amazon’s required three-day review before being posted as available. Here is the book cover, front and back: I have second guessed myself, edited over and over, and still kept finding things to improve or change. That could go on forever.
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I am in recovery. That is what the doctors say, the IOP therapist. They say it can take time to recover from a mental health crisis. I should know this, I’ve had severe crises in the past and barely survived some of them. But sometimes I’m not sure what recovery even means. Does it mean
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I woke up slowly, wrapped in blankets up to my neck. I blinked and looked around and tried to roll over. This took monumental effort, and I didn’t get very far. I tried looking around. The room was spinning, and I moaned – the room was bare, white, small, and empty save the bed I
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I told my psychiatrist at my Friday appointment about some of the voices I’ve been hearing. Jack tells me to kill myself. Jackie shows me the 10 dimensions and what they mean. She says not everyone travels to dimension 10. There are beings and entities in all dimensions. We exist in the 3rd – height,
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I hear voices sometimes. Two in particular. I call them Jack and Jackie. Jackie is a type of chaotic neutral presence in my head and Jack is a much more chaotic evil. He never says anything pleasant. They have both showed me things, especially Jackie. I will document that in another post. For now I
Documenting my journey through the mental health system 