It’s funny–not in a humorous way, just bitterly amusing–that all of this began with [Otherworld Me]. The number of times I was told that no, I’m perfectly fine mentally and have nothing wrong [either in conversation or in trying to research my symptoms] is something I’ve lost count of. The entire time, I had this gut feeling of something is wrong. Even when being told that no, I’m totally sane and just having a spiritual experience, that something is wrong feeling persisted.
Thank the King of Shattered Conscious I listened to those feelings.
I got out of the hospital yesterday; I was there for several days due to hallucinating and hearing voices, on top of my regular dissociation episodes. I got put on medicine, one for depression and one for hallucinations, which also calms my intrusive thoughts.
I had no idea how bad it was, until the medicine made it stop.
That’s where my life is at right now, getting more doctor appointments arranged, getting a new therapist, and adjusting to my medication. I do have medicine that’s helping me, and my pill box found a home on my shrine.