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monstertsunami · 8 months
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this is my pet twink his name is psychological torture
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dead1nsidefairy · 1 year
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talked to my therapist and realised i might have schizophrenia yay! i thought im seeing ghost for so many years...realised its just hallucinations
hearing halluc.: calling my name, or saying random stuff, or whistling or smth like tinnitus
seeing: shadows, orbs, desth ppl
feeling: someone touching me, probs could be hallucination bout bugs or smth on my skin or that my fucking body doesnt feel right
smelling: cat pee, or weird parfumes all day
tasting: every day i drink smth- water, energy drink and it all tastes like fucking blood
can someone w schizophrenia help me or write me their experience? if is it possible for me to have it? thx
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bbyluvbug · 1 year
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0ctodoggo · 2 months
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sorry for being inactive. im incubating a new never seen before type of brainworm. please bear with me
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honestly idk why i dont talk about my psychosis more in depth on here- it is the thing thats plaguing me most recently
its been very severe, to the point that figures of corpses and demons are following me constantly and sometimes real people appear disfigured and i have to stare at them for a minute before i can gage if they are real and i probably look fucking insane and paranoid.
ive just gotten used to them at this point but they terrify me so much more at night that its been fucking up my sleep schedule so much that my college attendance is dropping again because im too tired to get up in the morning because ive been too busy fighting my demons at 3am to get any sleep
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slimey-bug · 1 year
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autistikmystik · 1 year
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Introduction
This was definitely not the day & age for me man. Was it? Wasn’t it?
I guess I have the sight to see through the glass mirrors & smoke, the illusion drenched in false idols & feel good vibes; is so clear to me…
How brilliant these Masters are, how infinitely intelligent, fashioning their puppets up with plastered on smiles & pre-recorded laughs & snickers for the world to see that they’re happy; yes indeed they are happy!
They have their Games, their Work, their Democracy, Their Drugs, Their Love, Their Smartphones, & Their Distractions, Their Beauty and Fashion Shows, Their Westerns, Their Sports Cars, Their Dreams (even though most won’t come true; care to try a Dandelion dear?)…
They’re happy indeed!
As long as you don’t look up.
As long as you don’t think too deeply…
Or ask the right questions…
If you don’t Wake Up.
If you don’t See what is actually going on.
Call me crazy, I don’t care anymore. Call me paranoid, if that suits your fancy. Hell, call the cannibalistic evildoers in their white coats to drag me away in the streets, screaming I TOLD YOU!
But…No matter what, I know. Ohhh, how I know.
These Masters cannot fool me, no. I can see the lines and strings that make up their caricature, their silly little scripts with their eight-syllable terms that mean nothing to me but only meant to confuse me. These Masters who play the Good Guy in front of the screen, waving at the cameras as him and his opponent argue over democracy and freedom and what’s right and deserving of The People; but then behind closed doors and as the world sleeps, they are Evil Doers, slaves themselves to the Evil Eye, who rape and murder Unknown Children who were born in the secret black market of teens who they themselves were Unknown or Taken with no birth certificate and only a Missing Persons flier, respectively, on hidden islands stinking to Heaven of evil and murder. Rot and Decay.
They can try and talk me in circles all they want. I may fall for it temporarily, I am only a VERY traumatized human after all (but what is that?), but I won’t be kept in the dark for long. Hell, I might not even be able to be fooled ever again. Last night’s info dump was… Insane, to say the least.
They feed us all with this filler info, useless info that has no meaning other than some little meaning that has no meaning. Everything is just filler at this point. Where is the Truth? What is the Truth? Who knows the Truth? All in the name of distractions and conspiracy and secrets and hush hush and assassinations and death and drama and murder, secret wars and sooo much shit they cram down our gullets…
All for what?
Happiness? What is that? Is it born of ignorance?
Power and control and population mitigation? A sense of control?
Why do we humans need a sense of control to feel okay? Why do we need to have some power over something or someone in order to feel secure enough to walk another step? Why does everyone hurt? Why is there so much pain here? Why can’t we as a society just use our common sense? Is the problem really the amount of people here on this planet? Is it because the collective conscious is overloaded with so much useless info that everything is now deeply convoluted and perversely intertwined? Is there no respect and adoration for the borders and boundaries that make up the separateness of the parts that make up the whole? Is that where we all went wrong?
They call the people who go under and Wake Up insane, mad…
They shove pills down their throats so they can’t think for themselves, they prick them with needles to inject a drug that will knock a horse on its ass so the guards can go smoke their cigarettes and bitch about another wacko off the streets in their hair. They tell these Mad Babies “Oh silly human, that’s not true! We just want you and everyone happy and working and ignorant to the real world around them because, well, that doesn’t make you happy, does it? And everyone knows that if you want to live a long life and be healthy, you have to be happy. At All Costs.”
They remove all the ones who actually Think for Themselves by exiling them out of their own social circles and casting them out of the hearts of their own loved ones with soothing lies. They slap on condescending labels and instill fear in their hearts. Something is wrong with them. They were born defective. Stay away from mainstream society, you’re too weird.
Sounds like something from a novel from a special Wells guy, but… Is it?
Is it?
I do believe my dear, that I have gone mad.
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gremmin · 11 months
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I was diagnosed with bipolar 1 but now I’m diagnosed with the full schizophrenia, PTSD, Generalized Anxiety Disorder, Cannabis Use Disorder and ADHD.
I don’t know how to feel about my schizophrenia diagnosis. It seems scary it doesn’t seem right, I have these issues that no one really seems to know what I am. But if I am full schizophrenic I wish I didn’t have to live my life around mental illness but it seems to gravitate to me. I don’t know if that’s a bad thing or not. I lost friends trying to talk or vent about my issues but they didn’t like it so they left. I have nothing else to banter about. Not much changes but I’d rather be alone I think. No drama or having to repeat myself that I’m not trying to sound bad. No one understands. Those look at me weird when they know I’m SZ. I just wish I could be treated normal but I’m not normal so there can be no normal..hallucinating or having sleep paralysis isn’t fun, it makes me dizzy and it makes me scared.
*june 14 2023
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attacksfrommars · 1 year
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Was just diagnosed with schizophrenia after living the past 8 months in deep psychosis, unaware my brain had turned on me. I've always struggled with depression etc and would always deal with being the 'crazy' friend, which would always piss me off when my friends called me crazy. But now that I'm actually 'crazy' well ... I definitely need new friends. Cue ~ 'youll never see me againnnnnnn'. But dam I really did disappear, unaware my schizophrenia was officially onset I actually pulled a gone girl.
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jirujiru-nikki · 1 year
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monstertsunami · 7 months
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stop posting stupid discourse in the petrigrof tag now please & thank you. bites your head off
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absinthehoney · 2 years
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absurdities in fiction
things are absurd. the world is upside down, backwards, right side up. you go to the grocery store and the shelves are on the floor, the people are on the ceiling and theyre walking sideways. i touch on the same concepts a lot when i write. i hold my arm bent like i did when i decided i wouldn’t scare him. i think too much, i stay too still. i’m a statue presenting myself as a person. i put on my mask every day, i don’t tell people anything real about myself. i do not tell enough to ever really know everything about me. i keep a running list of things that are acceptable to share. i don’t tell anyone my secrets. i am made up of secrets, i think. i think i’m a bottle full of sand that we chucked into the lake, and the sand is secrets and the secrets keep me tethered to the earth. without my pockets full of sand i’d float towards the sun, into the void. i’d go for a walk someday, and empty my pockets so i could walk on the ceiling with them. i’d be on the ceiling, right side up, upside down from the ground, and i’d be like a helium balloon. if the moon were reversed and the tides rushed inward, if the moon took off the roof i’d go to her. i would tell her my secrets and keep going. i’d tell the moon goodbye for the sun and i’d sing to him on the phone like i used to with you. and i’d go to the library, i think. i’d visit my parents every weeknight and i’d say nothing significant. i tell everyone who listens about how absurd it is, how strange i feel. i go outside in the day and i look at the moon, and i tell him he’s my best friend. i say to myself that i’ve lived enough, i say that this is not a capital N Note, but it could be. there could be something poetic in that. my cat walks around crying, and i tell her she’s mourning. i tell her shes my baby and she agrees. i tell everyone that we will meet again in some way. i recycle people like some folks recycle clothes, and i see them again a decade from now. i stare hard into the mirror and i see the future, and i tell that version of myself that it gets better. i laugh about how absurd it all is and the absurdity laughs at me. i say it will be normal someday, and i lie to myself. i know i do not tell the truth, but i believe it anyway. 
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darkheartslayer · 11 months
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Type of shi I’ve been on lately
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0ctodoggo · 7 months
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my mariyam plushie finally arrived....... why does she feel kinda bootleg
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lesjasmine · 9 days
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https://www.tumblr.com/menalez/738689267439714304/lol-viviennelamb-is-a-lesbian-shes-just-celibate?source=share
thoughts on the user being discussed in the screenshot?
yes, ik it's a menahet post and she sucks, but it's the only source of the original post i can find and WOW the person in the screenshot sounds like an insane schizo.
if you wanna see what deranged schizobabble looks like, her blog is filled with incoherent spiritual new age delusion. piles upon piles of it. and what's more dangerous, she has a small group of cult-like followers who interact with all her posts and blindly worship/praise her garbage writing like minions with no sense of critical thinking whatsoever.
My thoughts are I dislike new age spiritual practices. They take things that have been practiced hundreds of years in the east, warp it to fit their narrative, and try to market it back to unsuspecting people 😬
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slimey-bug · 1 year
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im relapsing so fucking bad rn i love it
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