Telling stories is like therapy. My battle with schizophrenia

congo5150

Member
Hello all!

background about me: im a marine corps veteran, deployed to afghanistan, saw combat, spent a whole year in the veterans affairs psychward in 2013

let me tell you guys a tale about my first schizophrenic break. i was meditating in my bed then all of a sudden i encountered an entity which looked like skull with purple flames or aura then it told me that i had blood in my hands and the punishment for that is torture so they went to this alien planet with no intelligent life and the whole planet is a torture prison world where they cloned me and they tortured me simultaneously all at the same time and whats worse is i could feel all of the torture that they did to me all at the same time. its like im living a thousand lives all at the same time but then i hallucinated a vision of my best friend where my best friend negotiated with the skull entity so he told me that for it all to stop, i needed to go to my living room and get this notebook and await further instruction then i did it and i looked at the notebook and it was filled with mold then the skull entity told me that it is magic mushroom spores and he told me to go to the woods and shit underneath trees and cultivate and grow these magic mushroom spores in my shit and he told me to be like johnny appleseed and spread the mushroom so i was like okay cool but he told me to wait and go to this jack in the box dumpster which is a block away so i did and so i found this lab coat and i put it on and the skull entity told me to go back and get my helmet and ride my motorcycle to the woods and carry on with my mission. so i was ready to go but then my best friend told me that my dad is dreaming and he is astral projecting and he could see me in the present moment so as i was about to leave he came out and got me, grabbed me by the wrist and he told me to stop and he told me that it will all be okay and he will get me some help so i went back to the house, he called 911 and cops came and they sent me to the psych ward. when my dad grabbed me i felt like gods touch just made everything felt okay so yeah. the end
i was getting tortured similar to the movie SAW and hostel. i felt like i was in a horror movie where i die every time and the gods of the universe were watching me
 

Chef420

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So you were litterally riding your motorcycle around wearing a lab coat? What do you mean by break, as in hallucinations, or they're more than hallucinations?
 

cannabineer

Ursus marijanus
I've had similar dreams, but somehow I end up in charge of feeding them and I always forget and they end up emaciated.
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That is because you send them to these summer programs to deal with attention deficit. That isn't what concentration camp is actually about ... if you had the right ethnic background or even respect for it, instead of putting it on like a kaftan when it suits you.
 

curious2garden

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I've had similar dreams, but somehow I end up in charge of feeding them and I always forget and they end up emaciated.
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I named one of my stray cats, a few years back, a variation of my dead mother's name. Perhaps it was a little passive aggressive but after 38 years deceased I have the right to honor her memory. Perhaps this is one reason my aunts are uncomfortable with thinking compassionately about my adopted cats. Lol
 

Indacouch

Well-Known Member
So did dad help you are just call the cops to get his moto riding son wearing a lab coat screaming at the devil off of his lawn ???
 
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