I had my first psychotic break in the late 1990’s. Shortly after 2000, I regularly began taking my medications.
It has been (and continues to be) a long and arduous journey—not only to get here, but to carve out where I am going as well.
I have worked hard managing life (where my illness is concerned), and I feel compelled to share some of my triumphs with you.
Picture some of the things I’ve been through (in no particular order):
1. Believing, on numerous occasions (while driving), that I would be run off the road, and either left for dead, or murdered wherever it is I lay.
2. Often having this feeling that I might lose control of my vehicle, while passing over a bridge of some sort—and, not understanding how other people aren’t experiencing the same thing.
3. Once spending the better part of two weeks, stuck in delusions, day in and day out, believing that the military was going to drop down, out of the sky and beat down my front door.
I used to keep a journal of some of these types of beliefs, many of which I’ve worked through.
In the next part of this three part series, I will share more insights into my situation.