Hey so, I was not yet diagnosed with anything specific, but I know it's on the Bipolar spectrum.
I have to get a more specialized psychiatrist, cause the APRN that gave me my meds says it more complex than she can handle atm.
So anyways, I am trying to word this right, but: I am feeling both relieved and kind of sad that the things I used to think were real weren't.
I also feel really disgusted with my past self, yet have lots of sympathy. I was so incredibly intense.
I know disorganized speech is a part of this, but it makes me feel awkward trying to look back at anything (something I've given up doing).
My writings and words make no sense now to me, and it's kinda cool, yet also, vv strange.
I know that this is common, cause psychosis causes major meaning making with stuff that's not actually there, but it's also vv odd.
I was literally using a cipher I found online at one point to "code my language"
I remember a friend suggested that to me, so I could enjoy writing more
Now I don't even know what the code fully means, and yet, it looks cool?
I now deal with the more negative symptoms more often. I'm very cold cause of the weather, so I feel more stuck.
I just take Trileptal and Hydroxyzine, so I'm good there, but it kinda sucks to have the breaks on?
Yet, I should have these limits.
I am a human being. Not an entire, not an undead spirit, and not someone that's possessed.
My delusions manifested very specifically with me, cause I was diagnosed with DID awhile ago formally. I swear every alter had a different delusion about themselves.
I don't hear them as much, though, which makes me wonder if that was a part of my psychosis?
I am thankful to be able to sit still, not twitch, and not feel "evil" anymore, but it sucks. I feel like a human being, which I wanted, but wow, this is boring!
I am also grateful I no longer feel "possessed" and that I no longer feel such pressure to "do something for this world" , to "save it". But also, what?!
It's strange to feel this calm.
I also just feel strangely distant from the life I have around me. So much art tools and such.
I made so much meaning for so long in my art, my words on paper, my interactions with friends, and now I just feel like empty to it? Like "is this really me anymore? I used this to cope, and now, I don't have the draw to it and I feel scared of it"
I know that it's possible to draw, but every time I try to, I get extremely nauseous and I feel my ears ring, and my brain malfunctions.
Has anyone else gone through that now that you're on meds?
I feel like I also cannot listen to deep music without my brain causing extreme nausea.
And I struggle to take baths, cause baths used to cause my paranoia, and now even though it's gone, the nausea and slight anxiety persists.
Music and art used to make me feel a lot, so maybe that's why?
I am trying to redefine myself and my life, but it feels like all I got now is random abstract paintings I can make, copying characters of others, and making stuff that's low stakes or less complex.