never_began0911
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Overly simplified, but I got diagnosed with Schizoaffective Disorder at 17 after telling my dad the walls were crawling with bugs. Dude always knew there was something wrong with me based on the way I always acted, so he dragged me to a psychiatrist; they put me on Risperidone and later Sertraline, which made me feel like a sedated normie for months, but at least the hallucinations stopped, the paranoia chilled out, and I could pass as semi-normal instead of some schizoid outcast, still an incel, no foids, no friends, nothing; I stayed on treatment for a few years and eventually even convinced myself I had ascended past it, like maybe I was just a late bloomer and not permanently doomed, so when the doctor tapered me off the meds, I went along with it, and for a few months everything was okay, just the usual baseline emptiness, but recently, whenever I’m lying in bed listening to music or just doing nothing, I see something shifting in the corner, those same tiny shapes crawling across the walls and ceiling again; I just freeze, thinking not this shit again, and now I catch myself checking the walls every night like some paranoid schizo, still incel, still isolated, and realizing I never really escaped it. I think that it might be time to rope, like, I actually can't do this again. I'm planning on doing nothing about it; I live alone now, and I don't have anyone to check on me. Dad lives hundreds of kilometers away, and Mom does not exist for me. I'm just going to let it go without any meds or anything; hopefully I get a psychotic episode, go full apeshit, kill some foids or do some stupid bullshit, and then rope. 
Are there any other mentalcels around here that could share their most fucked up experiences?
Are there any other mentalcels around here that could share their most fucked up experiences?





