I'm thinking maybe I should try to write some of this down. Maybe before it either goes full blown and I cannot communicate like this or maybe before it resolves and I'm back to "normal" and unable to remember what happened. . . what it feels like.
I'm sorry to be so darned self-involved, but I suppose, who isn't.
I seem to be going mad . . . but it is having unexpected and paradoxical manifestations and ramifications . . .
In my past I have struggled with what I think of as the illnesses of modernity, the sickness of the lack of balance and contradiction that are inherent in the lives of humans . . . in particular in Westerners since about the age of the Industrial Revolution. With what Western mental health experts call personality disorders, things like addiction, depression and obsessive and slightly compulsive tendencies.
In the past, my "mental health" issues have made me very very miserable, so very sad . . .
In the past I thought it was incredibly improbable for this to happen (and I'm not sure it really is) to someone at my age . . . that the thing that affected Louis Wain was incredibly rare . . .
In the past, I always believed no matter how difficult a journey, how crazy a trauma in real life, how mind and life altering experiences were, that I always returned to the same old me, that same foundation of ego . . . that same fundamental thinking pattern, even though, inevitably, new insights and even at times, growth, had ensued . . . . .
In the past, I had always viewed mental health issues as negative, promoting nothing but suffering and dysfunction for self and others . . .
Now I'm not so sure . . .
Something is happening. It has schizophrenic symptoms but I'm just not sure . . .about a lot of things. Whatever it is, it is rather confusing. But also wonderful. . . .
I've been hearing voices. They took a few days off but they are back.
I've been having what I first thought were delusions of reference but I now recognize as ideas of reference, . . . as I keep getting hit with thoughts of, . . . ."Wait, this can't be right, . . . .can it?"
I've been having powerful empathy experiences and amazing insights.
I have been using the language in a very clever way, communicating what is happening to me and my thoughts on things well and am sure have had an increase and sharpening to my sense of humor . . . to just seeing the humor and insanity in it all . . .
I've been very happy . . . laughing at a lot of things, deeply . . . maybe even a touch manic?
There has been no fear, no danger to self or others . . .
I can still perceive consensual reality . . . which leads to the self doubt and confusion when this is manifesting aggressively . . . .
I'm having trouble thinking straight and making connections I never would have made before . . .
Talking to people and meditating are stabilizing factors . . .they pull me back into an understanding of how these things may not be fantastic insights at all but delusions.
I've not been taking any drugs at all (other than smoking small amounts of cannabis but even that is down) since the LSD overdose last weekend. I am profoundly aware that that may be a direct and causative factor in all of this and that within another week or so I may be back to normal and laughing it all off.
I've been giving serious thought off and on over the past week to going to the County Hospital to seek anti-psychotic meds. . . . thinking maybe I could get a prescription for something for a couple weeks worth . . .the idea being this is not a lifestyle change but an option to get me over this bump in the road . . . a way to shut down the weird and sometimes delusional thoughts for a night or two. Thinking I could procure it but did not need to pop a pill on the way home. . . just keep it on the table figuratively and literally as an option . . . .
The thing is, as mentioned above, this is not all bad, I'm not all miserable. Actually, I'm really happy and having all these things happen that are incredible and feel so darned personally meaningful . . . everything I seem to learn about those meds is that they will shut this down . . . all the good and the bad and probably zombify me too. And what really gets me is if something really is going to happen, if we are close to singularity or asymptote or if something radical is going to happen to me personally, I want to be fully awake and aware to experience it . . . . so this makes the medication option a true dilemma.
So, the purpose of this is basically just an egotistical rant. I'm not seeking advice, though insights and comments are always welcome . . . I know no one here can tell me what to do medically or psychiatrically . . . Nonetheless, I thought this might be worth sharing . . . Trying to document or map in some way . . .
Louis Wain did it with his art . . . you could watch the progression down into madness over time . . . . I wonder if I'll do that with text . . .
I'm sorry to be so darned self-involved, but I suppose, who isn't.
I seem to be going mad . . . but it is having unexpected and paradoxical manifestations and ramifications . . .
In my past I have struggled with what I think of as the illnesses of modernity, the sickness of the lack of balance and contradiction that are inherent in the lives of humans . . . in particular in Westerners since about the age of the Industrial Revolution. With what Western mental health experts call personality disorders, things like addiction, depression and obsessive and slightly compulsive tendencies.
In the past, my "mental health" issues have made me very very miserable, so very sad . . .
In the past I thought it was incredibly improbable for this to happen (and I'm not sure it really is) to someone at my age . . . that the thing that affected Louis Wain was incredibly rare . . .
In the past, I always believed no matter how difficult a journey, how crazy a trauma in real life, how mind and life altering experiences were, that I always returned to the same old me, that same foundation of ego . . . that same fundamental thinking pattern, even though, inevitably, new insights and even at times, growth, had ensued . . . . .
In the past, I had always viewed mental health issues as negative, promoting nothing but suffering and dysfunction for self and others . . .
Now I'm not so sure . . .
Something is happening. It has schizophrenic symptoms but I'm just not sure . . .about a lot of things. Whatever it is, it is rather confusing. But also wonderful. . . .
I've been hearing voices. They took a few days off but they are back.
I've been having what I first thought were delusions of reference but I now recognize as ideas of reference, . . . as I keep getting hit with thoughts of, . . . ."Wait, this can't be right, . . . .can it?"
I've been having powerful empathy experiences and amazing insights.
I have been using the language in a very clever way, communicating what is happening to me and my thoughts on things well and am sure have had an increase and sharpening to my sense of humor . . . to just seeing the humor and insanity in it all . . .
I've been very happy . . . laughing at a lot of things, deeply . . . maybe even a touch manic?
There has been no fear, no danger to self or others . . .
I can still perceive consensual reality . . . which leads to the self doubt and confusion when this is manifesting aggressively . . . .
I'm having trouble thinking straight and making connections I never would have made before . . .
Talking to people and meditating are stabilizing factors . . .they pull me back into an understanding of how these things may not be fantastic insights at all but delusions.
I've not been taking any drugs at all (other than smoking small amounts of cannabis but even that is down) since the LSD overdose last weekend. I am profoundly aware that that may be a direct and causative factor in all of this and that within another week or so I may be back to normal and laughing it all off.
I've been giving serious thought off and on over the past week to going to the County Hospital to seek anti-psychotic meds. . . . thinking maybe I could get a prescription for something for a couple weeks worth . . .the idea being this is not a lifestyle change but an option to get me over this bump in the road . . . a way to shut down the weird and sometimes delusional thoughts for a night or two. Thinking I could procure it but did not need to pop a pill on the way home. . . just keep it on the table figuratively and literally as an option . . . .
The thing is, as mentioned above, this is not all bad, I'm not all miserable. Actually, I'm really happy and having all these things happen that are incredible and feel so darned personally meaningful . . . everything I seem to learn about those meds is that they will shut this down . . . all the good and the bad and probably zombify me too. And what really gets me is if something really is going to happen, if we are close to singularity or asymptote or if something radical is going to happen to me personally, I want to be fully awake and aware to experience it . . . . so this makes the medication option a true dilemma.
So, the purpose of this is basically just an egotistical rant. I'm not seeking advice, though insights and comments are always welcome . . . I know no one here can tell me what to do medically or psychiatrically . . . Nonetheless, I thought this might be worth sharing . . . Trying to document or map in some way . . .
Louis Wain did it with his art . . . you could watch the progression down into madness over time . . . . I wonder if I'll do that with text . . .
