Schizophrenia - Floating in an Anchorless Reality




JANET JORDAN'S STORY

I felt above normal. I think I had the most difficulty accepting the fact that the Controller was only in my world and not in everyone else's world. I honestly thought that everyone could see and hear him. It progressed to where I thought the world could read my mind and that everything I imagined was being broadcast to the entire world. I would walk around paralyzed with fear that the hallucinations were real and the paranoia was evident to everyone.

 

My psychosis was present at all times. At one point, I would look at my coworkers and their faces would become distorted. Their teeth looked like fangs ready to devour me. Most of the time I couldn't trust myself to look at anyone for fear of being swallowed. I had no respite from the illness. Even when I tried to sleep, the demons would keep me awake, and at times I would roam the house searching for them.

 

I was being consumed on all sides whether I was awake or asleep. I felt like I was being consumed by the demons. I couldn't understand what was happening to me. How could I convince the world that I wasn't ill, wasn't crazy? I couldn't even convince myself. I knew something was wrong, and I blamed myself. None of my siblings have this illness, so I believed I was the wicked one.

 

I felt like I was running around in circles, not going anywhere but down into the abyss of "craziness." I couldn't understand why I had been plagued with this illness. Why would God do this to me? Everyone around me was looking to blame someone or something. I blamed myself. I was sure it was my fault because I just knew I was wicked. I could see no other possibilities.

 

In the hospital, every test known to man was run on me. When the psychiatrist said I had paranoid schizophrenia, I didn't believe him. What did he know? He didn't know me. He was just guessing. I was certain he was trying to trick me into believing those lies. Nevertheless, he did start me on an antipsychotic medicine and that was the first of many drugs I have been given over the years.

 

This first medicine was Thorazine, the granddaddy of all psychoactive medicines. I have also, at one time or another, tried Mellaril, Stelazine, Haldol, Loxitane, Prolixm, and Serentil, to name a few. These medicines seemed to work for a while, but the symptoms always came back and the side effects were not pleasant. Many times, though, I began to think my medicine was poisoning me, and I would quit taking it. Then, the "craziness" would return in full force.




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