#schitzophrenia

[brodgeportctowsmewhavenct]

[dantecloudamodeus]

Qualia Drawing, A mask

[multi-shipper-madness]

Vita carnis has genuinely ruined my mind because my bran found the mimic so fucking disturbing that I keep seeing it everywhere, I can't sleep, I can't drive, I can't stay out late

I feel like I'm losing my fucking mind

[grapesudo]

Goodwill never disappoints

(I am schizophrenic, I never intend to wear this in public, the cashier looked at me weird when i laid this on the desk, and i also bought a miniature version of the statue of David along with this)

[system404singletnotfound]

I feel like there should be a space where people can express the socially unaccepted symptoms of psychosis without anyone judging them.

I really want to type “I’m being watched” 50 times to express my thoughts, but I’m worried about the judgement.

I know psychosis overall is extremely stigmatized, but especially these symptoms. Long rambling messages about your delusions and expressing how scared you are of your hallucinations feel especially bad because they scare some people.

I don’t know what the point of this post was, but I wanted to get it out

[jaguchub]

So, when I first found out I was a jaguar, I was very concerned. What would this mean for the other parts of my identity? (e.g. being genderfluid, being bi, etc.) But, something has happened. I had a vague dream about being a female jaguar, and finding a male jaguar, and now I'm pregnant with jaguar cubs. I'm not exactly sure of the logistics, and I only came to this realization about a week ago, but I tried to force myself into denying it. It was more of a slow realization, and I've also been feeling the urge to set up a small, private area to have my cubs in, and have been getting more defensive of my personal space (like my room). Please do not reality check me, because it only makes me believe in my cubs more. I am very excited to see what they look like, and how they'll grow.

[pancakesnake-exe]

[elleah]

"I wanna reincarnate!" cried my 19-year-old client, a girl who battles with schizoaffective disorder. She was crying uncontrollably due to feeling she was ugly. After a suicide attempt, she now faces lifelong disability. Every day is a challenge, and she's lost her will to live. Through her tears, she reached out to me and pleaded, "Help me," hugging me tightly. I embraced her, tears forming in my eyes. Her pain was palpable, and I felt sorry for her. I could only imagine the intensity of her struggle.

But is the next life guaranteed to be better? Life is difficult, yet nothing can compare to what she and her parents are going through. Sometimes, I feel bad by the fact that they pay for my services. It weighs on me, even though I need to take care of myself and cover my expenses. Nonetheless, facing my patients is a challenge. Each child and their parents endure immense suffering.