My psychosis was the scariest thing that has ever happened to me. I would hear voices, and some of them were voices I knew like my friends or parents, there were a couple of sounds that were obsessed with me and followed me everywhere.
On drugs, I began to think the sounds were really there they were just in invisible cloaks that followed me everywhere. The ones who had masks thought we’re evil people rapists, murderers, Peta files and I was determined to save the world from this kind of people. I was always thinking that my son was being abused even though he wasn’t one time.
When it all first started happening, I thought it was fun, these voices, and some of the things they talked about to me were hilarious they would always say I was funny and that my facial expressions were hilarious.
But it was getting somewhat serious when they told me I could get in cloaks by running down the street naked and waving my arms in the air and so I listened to them I really wanted to understand them. The cops knew about the cloaks and actually had some police who had the gun, and they were the worst ones they were killing masks that were good.
There were some good ones, but a majority of people who had them were terrible. I listened to them quite a bit but when I was naked outside that was the last line with them. I’m on medication now and think things are better now. I don’t know how long I have to take the shot, but I was hearing voices for 3 years before anything was done about it.
If you know someone who does have a grasp on reality try to get them to seek help, I didn’t realize what psychosis was until I went through it myself. It’s very dangerous and I should realize I almost killed someone because of it.