Well I'm borderline Schizophrenic, so...
You were seeking strength, justice, splendour.
You were seeking love.
Here is the pit, here is your pit.
Its name is Silence..
From the ages of 3 all the way up until I was 12, my mother stated that I would repeatedly complain about people screaming at me, even when there was complete silence. She then went on to say that I would have complete conversations with inanimate objects, and would often find me conversing with my wall in the middle of the night. Though I have no recollection of the early events, I do hear noises, usually murmurring and light whispering that no one else appears to hear. I've chalked it down to audial hallucinations, though I can't be sure. The issue lies in the fact that I reside in an incredibly small town with next to no resources. The only reliable Psychiatrist is Dr. Feelgood who doesn't like to "Label people".
You were seeking strength, justice, splendour.
You were seeking love.
Here is the pit, here is your pit.
Its name is Silence..
Blunted Affect & Depression was all I got diagnosed with.
Since, as I fucking said, she pushed aside the most disturbing symptoms and had like 2 other clients she just shoved my on a TRI and to hell with me.
(The TRI made it worse btw. Alot worse. The hallucinations (audio+visual) started happening in the day too after...And never stopped after I came off the drug.)
And it's not like I spent 10 minutes googling shit and suddenly diagnosed myself. I've done research for as long as I had it (This is the fourth year I think.) and PTSD seems the most logical.
(There is evidence of other drug users of the type I did experiencing the particular symptoms as I did and being diagnosed as having HPPD/PTSD)[
And once again, for the record, I have no social tendencies NOW. If such broad topics declare a person a sociopath then 90+% of the world is sociopathic.
Last edited by Kenshin13; 09-13-2013 at 02:33 AM.
Seems about right, except my long term memory is awesome.
Sounds of a more Skype should be conversation.