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“I wonder if fears ever really go away, or if they just lose their power over us.”
— Veronica Roth
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fyi to yall in quarantine whos grasp on reality is getting a little slippery: isolation, intense boredom, stress and lack of positive routine are absolutely contributing factors to exacerbating psychosis and psychosis-adjacent disorders, even latent ones. im not saying this to fearmonger im saying it so u can recognise it and take steps to handle it especially if it induces your first ever episode.
some warning signs can include
starting to believe unusual things that you previously did not believe (e.g. living in a simulation / you or others around you not being real / secretly being in hell or dead / otherworldly beings communicating with you somehow / government conspiracies / everyone around you is out to get you and harboring ill intent)
seeing things youre pretty sure arent there (e.g. shadow people, floating lights, stationary objects moving on their own, animals in a house that doesnt have pets)
hearing things (e.g. murmured voices, occasional clear and loud voices, faint music, scratching sounds, any without a source)
feeling a sense of dread or generalised paranoia, a sense that you are being watched or that something terrible is looming on the horizon but you dont know what
having extra trouble putting your thoughts in order and speaking coherently, cannot concentrate, space out to the point of feeling slightly catatonic
those most at risk are anyone with a family history of this vein of mental illness as well as those using certain drugs to get through the tedium of quarantine - if this is you, its best to research whether the substances youre using have documented links to triggering episodes of psychosis in users. weed is included in this, not just psychoactive drugs.
here are some steps you can take to get a handle on the situation if your grasp on reality is slipping like this and you cant access irl mental health resources.
have a routine. this is vitally important - you need structure. set an alarm for a specific time every day, even though you have nowhere to be. give yourself a bedtime. eat 2 meals a day, at least, at regular times.
leave the house. no, i dont mean Go Out, just be outside for a while every day or two. go for a walk if you can. stand outside your house for 15 minutes paying attention to the cars and the birds and the breeze and the clouds if you cant. really observe your surroundings. get sunlight.
on that note - let as much natural light into your house as possible during waking hours. your circadian rhythm needs it.
take up some form of hobby that requires physical engagement - whether thats journaling, drawing, making origami, gardening, cooking. the point of this is to ground yourself in your body and the world around you, have an affect on your surroundings, and stimulate your brain.
dont dwell on your delusions, hallucinations or distressing trains of thought if you can help it. that isnt to say "snap out of it and just dont have symptoms", but rather accept them without either judging them or overindulging in them. observe them as they happen, accept that they happen, and let it go, if you can. you may not be able to control the experiences, but you can control how you react to them, and the best case scenario is not allowing them to overwhelm your thoughts and your days. this is much easier said than done, especially if the experiences are distressing in nature, but the aim is to sever the feedback loop that causes further stress and thus further bad extrasensory experiences.
this is honestly just a basic surface scratch of advice though bc im by no means an expert, just someone w latent psychosis who used to work in the field for a while. there are tons of resources online by others who have experienced psychosis that can be a huge help if u think you might be at risk due to the stress, boredom and uncertainty of quarantine
@mumblingsage added: #this is probably the first time I've ever seen actionable advice for handling psychosis#I don't see if OP mentioned getting yourself a sleep schedule but please try to do so if you can#lack of sleep will make everything worse
Good, actionable advice. My own issues are in the depression and anxiety side of things, but this is also something to watch out for.
Yes yes yes to all of this.
Also -- pro tip if you think you're having visual or auditory hallucinations: use your phone to record what you're seeing/hearing. Then you can review the playback yourself, or send it to a friend who can tell you "Nope, nothing there, you're good."
Great, useful info. Check our Psychosis tag for more on the topic, including more about that last camera trick.
Today my therapist learned your name
Dearest Goku,
How are you? There are some days I wonder how you are and truly mean you well. Today, my therapist finally learned your name. It was really funny how it felt when he said your name. You were real, again. For a second, everything flashed before me and I thought of you again. I wonder if you think of me too, of her?
Anyways, I have to go.
With love,
your beautiful girl.
Too much of the conversation around ‘can we call works of classical literature fanfic?’ focuses on ‘ugh fanfic is Cringe and we must not sully the venerable creations of our forebears by association’ and not ‘we should respect fanfic as a modern, separate phenomenon’ and that bothers me.
Y cuando te perdí a ti, me encontré a mi.
Bufón.
So someone pointed out to me recently that in a few years, maybe a few decades, the history of the us during covid is probably going to get twisted. The fact that we all had to make and wear cloth masks is going to be hailed as a symbol of how we “"came together as a nation”“” or whatever the fuck propaganda spin they try to put on it.
So I just want to say, for the record, the time of the corona virus pandemic was not a time when america came together.
This was a time when people hoarded toilet paper and sanitizing supplies either for themselves or to sell at absurd prices to the desperate people who didn’t get to the store soon enough during the shortages
This was a time when scared parents were sending their kids to finish school in the spring in plastic trash bags because they couldn’t think of any other way to possibly keep their families safe
This was a time when grocery store and retail and service workers were forced to keep working whether they wanted to risk their health or not because they couldn’t make rent otherwise and the people with enough privilege to have remote jobs tried to repay them with applause instead of fair wages
This was a time when nurses had the hold the hands of multiple dying people every day as their families watched their loved ones die over a video call because the hospital couldn’t risk having visitors
This was a time when city governments had to handle so many eviction hearings that they rented out convention centers and called in the national guard instead of doing a rent freeze to stop predatory landlords
This was a time when racism and police brutality were so unbearably horrible that people protested in the streets for months even though there was a god damn pandemic that our federal government wasn’t doing shit to stop and the cops were so mad that they were being asked to stop beating up black people that they were beating up everyone
This was a time when schools being forced to reopen in the fall or lose their federal funding had to draft templates for letters if a teacher or a staff person or a fucking child died from exposure to corona at school
This was a time when the president of the United states demanded that the cdc stop releasing data about all the people who were dying because of the warnings he ignored for months were making him look bad
This was a time when some state governments didn’t mandate masks and forced businesses to reopen because they didn’t want to pay unemployment to people trying to stay safe at home anymore
This was a time when Jeff Bezos was on track to be a fucking trillionare because everyone was ordering things on amazon instead of going to the store and the people he worked to death to get it didn’t see a single cent of it
This was a time when instead of providing homeless people with housing, we painted boxes on the ground to show homeless people how far away the had to be on the street to maintain social distancing
We did not come together to make cloth masks. Cloth masks represent nothing less than the absolute and utter failure of a nation’s government to inform and protect its citizens
This was not a time when we came together. This was a time when we survived, and not all of us made it.
This was a time when people casually talked about how many human lives the economy was worth without considering the evil that had just come out of their mouths.
This was a time when thousands of us died for profit and the ego of a cheating narcissists con man who scammed his way into the white house
This was a time that we survived. Most of us tried to do the right thing, stay home, limit trips to the store and socializing, wear a mask. And still, so many of us were lost. Thousands every day.
But that wasn’t a good enough reason for some people, for those among us who were too selfish to recognize the responsibilities we have toward one another as human beings.
This was not a time that we came together
This was a time that we survived
Not all of us made it
And those of us who did survive will never forget the evil we saw daily in our politicians and those around us
““You realize that sometimes friends don’t need to be perfect, some are always there and that’s just more than enough.” - Unknown”
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i’m in the mood to listen to some ambient rain sounds cozy fireplace background noise peaceful rest and relaxation ASMR (10 hours). then. slip away into an alternate universe where i’m not as exhausted as i am right now
good morning. turns out all i needed was sleep lmao
I think an extremely important part of mental health awareness and intervention is acknowledging that no, help isn't actually always available. Or the "help" that is, isn't actually helpful.
When I was 22 I hit a wall. I called the suicide hotline from my car so my roommates wouldn't hear me crying. I explained that I could barely shower, feed, or dress myself. I needed immediate intervention.
They asked me if they could send an ambulance for me. They wanted to hospitalize me. I explained that I was a week away from finals. And graduation. If I were hospitalized, I couldn't graduate. The inpatient program also didn't allow phones or visitors, and I knew how disastrous it would be for me to lose contact with my family support system.
I didn't need to be hospitalized. I needed daily solutions. Simple ones, even. I needed a few precooked meals in my fridge so I could use my menial energy to keep my body going. I needed a doctor to contact my school and ask if I could have some extensions on my class assignments. I needed a few excused absences so I could catch up on my lost sleep.
They told me there was an intensive program that allowed residents to live in an inpatient care facility and get daily help with tasks like eating, therapy, medication, and showering, while still leaving for work and school, but it cost $30,000. I told them half the reason I was calling them was because of my financial pressures and fear.
In about 10 minutes of back-and-forth, it became clear that they had no true solution for me. I could go into the hospital and an inpatient program which would interrupt my entire life, and which I knew did not create very good results and had traumatized some of my own friends, or, well, I couldn't even go into debt for the other program. They didn't accept any new patients without half of the cost upfront. So it wasn't even an option.
No therapist or psychiatrists or social workers could fit me in for 3-8 weeks.
So I said thank you and hung up, emotionally spent. I felt utterly empty.
Sitting in my car I realized I had a choice, to live or to stop. Nobody was going to save me. Nobody was going to help.
So I went inside, and I cried myself to sleep, and when I woke up I still hadn't made a choice. So then I did. I chose to live no matter how terrible, just in case things turned around down the road.
It was unspeakably difficult. I didn't shower. I barely ate. I either slept too much or not enough.
But I did survive, and a year later I got with a therapist who started to make things a little lighter for me.
I still struggle now, but things are usually much better, and I'm glad I'm still here.
I just think it's important to acknowledge that for many people, especially in rural areas, and for people without money, which is most people, that the "help is always available" line feels hollow. Because often times it isn't, actually.
But that doesn't mean there will never be.
Overall, we need to build an entirely new system for mental health support in this world.
But for now, ask yourself or your friend in crisis what might make things a little more bearable until help actually is available.
A meal? Emailing a professor? Clean laundry? What might make things a little lighter?
I know that on the very brink, things like this may seem totally pointless or trivial. But if you can't stop yourself or someone else from falling, sometimes the only way to save someone is with a softer landing.
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💖breathe
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a wise woman once said, “you are capable of twice as much as you think and ten times as much as your mother thinks” and honestly i think about that a lot whenever a wave of doubt rushes over me telling me that i can’t do it. sometimes you just gotta look your doubt right in the eyes, stand up straight and say, watch me!
“I had a room to myself as a kid, but my mother was always quick to point out that it wasn’t my room, it was her room and I was merely permitted to occupy it. Her point, of course, was that my parents had earned everything and I was merely borrowing the space, and while this is technically true I cannot help but marvel at the singular damage of this dark idea: That my existence as a child was a kind of debt and nothing, no matter how small, was mine. That no space was truly private; anything of mine could be forfeited at someone else’s whim.” ― Carmen Maria Machado, In the Dream House
Not to offer advice nobody asked for but fixing ur sleep schedule is life changing
Things that actually work if u try at them:
Drinking water
No longer making self deprecating jokes
Making sure to take time out of the day to relax and take a breather
Lighting candles
Counting ur breaths in and out if ur having a panic attack
Getting up and trying to do one thing even if u can’t do everything maybe brushing ur teeth but not having the energy to shower
Taking a shower if you can, putting clean clothes on if you can’t, even just a clean set of pjs. Washing your face.
A couple weeks ago I was in a major depressive slump and was feeling really detached from reality. I was trying so hard to fight it but nothing I tried worked until I realized I hadn’t listened to any happy music in almost a week.
I didn’t feel like listening to anything at all but I put on my favorite playlist anyway. Take On Me started and I finger stimmed to the keyboard riff and hummed along and by the end of the song I was smiling. A few more songs and I was fully singing along and feeling more present than I had in days.
Even if it seems small and trivial, like putting on your favorite socks or looking up pictures of kittens, it might be something you need. Of course the music didn’t solve any of the problems I was upset about, but it did help me feel like I was a person again.
This isn’t one of those “must be good to be neurotypical” posts btw, these are small and accessible steps that can really help.
Sometimes you do one teeny thing, and it can probably help you feel a teeny bit better right now.