Hello world, when I last left off I told you that I made a decision that didn’t sit well with my mother at first. I decided that I needed to remove myself from School since I wasn’t sure that my psych can handle it and because I was worried about the safety of others. I know it seems like maybe it’s a little much but in my head it was nothing but dark thoughts. I went a few weeks outside of school to get my head together before going for my G.E.D, at the time I needed to be sure I can go and not break down or spill my utmost secrets to any of the other students. I didn’t tell anyone what was going on, not even my friends because I wasn’t comfortable in my actions to say the least but I figured that if I was to maintain a normal life and self control I’d need to eventually reveal everything. Taking my medication was difficult because I wasn’t sure it would help me at all, I thought it was a gimmick of sorts to numb me and suppress my emotions. There were a few times I secretly didn’t take them but maybe I got lucky since nothing terrible has happened while not taking them. All in all, to say there weren’t repercussions for those actions eventually would be a lie…
It became tough to accept what I was going through at the time, so much to the point I didn’t tell anyone except my siblings and maybe a few family members. It was apparent I had an issue with letting out my feelings so I just kept it to myself, that and I was scared maybe I would get picked on or something. My therapy sessions didn’t get any better for awhile so you can imagine how I felt on the inside. One time I was getting asked questions about my thoughts and the pressure kicked in tremendously, I’ve never felt so inclined to harm another person before… It was tough to hold in all the voices in that period of time and there were days I felt like giving in because maybe it was easier that way. Some days I would imagine all the possibilities or rather outcomes of different reactions if I actually were brave enough to tell others. School was so so stressful because I would have anxiety from being around big crowds and all the noise, even though I had friends I still kept to myself some days to avoid an outburst or a conflict of sorts from having all these negative voices in my head telling me to do things. During my sophomore year I decided it was time to make a change in my life so I made a big decision that didn’t really stick well with my mother for a while but you’ll get the rundown of that in detail for my next post.
Morning all, shall we jump back into this saga? When I left my confirmation of my condition things really took a turn, not for the worse but it felt like I getting some sort of uneasy feeling. I remember one day riding the bus and having thoughts about harming someone , I didn’t go through with it because I was strong enough to resist the urge but I think about the repercussions of said “activity” if I had done the deed. It’s been a few occasions I’ve felt this way but nothing recent. One day I was at therapy and sweating because it was so hard to sit there and admit I had moments of wanting to slit some one else’s throat and dismember the body, It sounds dark but like I said… I’m not biting my tongue. My anxiety was starting to get the best of me because being so young I thought that this would count as a confession of some sorts even though I knew better, still couldn’t help the situation and was inches to passing out. After the session ended I felt a sense of security that I was able to release this secret, to this day I still get anxious just speaking of it. This was just one day of what transpired during my younger years and you’ll be a little surprised on what’s to come.
When I was growing up I usually kept to myself at times aside from maybe 6 friends, even then I seemed to feel like I was different from them in some sort of way. I began to hear voices at 12 but I didn’t say anything because I thought maybe it was normal seeing as how I was just a kid and was still developing as an individual. My thoughts weren’t anything bad just like someone was there with me and it only seemed to happen when I was alone or at least for the time being back then. I remember sitting and eating lunch one day and literally having a conversation in my head with myself about different things, it was comforting to say the least. There were days where it would be serious stuff like as if it were an argument and I’m battling some inner demons so I got the hint that maybe something should be done sooner or later, well fast forward to age 15 I finally decided that maybe I should check into some things so I asked my mother about it, she looked kinda confused at first but she knew exactly what it was hitting for so we got both a therapist and doctor and after some tests it was confirmed that it was indeed Schizophrenia. It was tough to take in because being an adolescent I was under the impression that it’s a problem that may soon hurt me or somebody else in the end… To be continued.
Hello all, last night was a rough night trying to sleep. I feel like all me energy is drained and no amount of coffee will help me. My mental state hasn’t been the best this past weekend and after tossing and turning all night I’m starting to feel the effects this morning… I think maybe today I’ll take it easy and stream a little to calm myself down before I lose myself. I have no clue why I feel this way nor do I intend to let it get the better of me, I’ll push on and because I have a job to do as far as other things go. I’d like to go for a walk even though it’s raining out and get a scent of the fresh air while the winds blows or maybe just pull up a chair and sit on the balcony, either way is fine honestly. Gloomy days like these are usually when my Schizophrenia kicks in more and I don’t know if it’s a coincidence or a possible sign but all I can do is see how it plays out and go from there. Starting tomorrow I will be sharing a personal struggle that has been an issue of mine for a couple years, I hope you readers enjoy the posts to come and stick around for the long haul. Until then, be safe!
Hello world, I am Lamont and this is my Blog. This first post is sort of an introduction to how things will work around these parts so tighten up those cheeks because I’m not gonna bite my tongue or spare any sudden details. I’ll be sharing my struggles of sorts about how I deal with my mental health known as Schizophrenia. We all have some sort of uniqueness about us so It’s best to have support and share what we feel and how we can live life with it right? We aren’t alone in this world so my advice to you is “Don’t be scared to ask for help” you can live peacefully without fear. I hope you readers look forward to my banter and possibly shitty blogging skills because you’re all in for a ride.
I’m a laid back person.