The Long Walk Home

This is going to be a relatively short post as quite frankly I can remember very little of what happened. But I was walking home with a  few friends and it felt like someone was following me. Now this doesn't sound so bad but it is, you start looking for who's following you, jumping at every shadow, every car that drives past is terrifying. I even started to stop trusting my friends. That's the extent of what I can remember but according to my friends I was also talking to myself, I can only assume that this was in reaction to voices I was hearing But I do not know.

Everyone I know and talk to about this stuff is convinced that alcohol is a major trigger for me adn after this little episode I am starting to think it may be, there fore I am starting a t-total regime from now on in the hope that my symptoms will recede even just a little.

The Night Down The Pub

A few night's ago I went to the pub with a few friends. This is usually one of my favourite activities but this time I was very stressed for a number of reasons. First of all I was overly worried about Patch, which causes me a great deal of stress and probably triggered the rest of the symptoms I experienced that night. 

We were seated next to a large group who were being very loud. Now I couldn't make out what they were saying but I knew that they were talking about me. This was disconcerting and with the worrying about Patch on top of this I was quite distressed. 

It';s then I started to experience what is known as a Fregoli delusion. Which is where you believe people are around you are actually someone else in disguise. In my case I thought that all the women were a friend of mine. Now this wasn't particularly distressing but it was very confusing, I spent a while trying to figure out how she was getting around so quickly before I realised that it must not of been real. 

The fourth and final thing is probably the most difficult to explain. In the simplest form all I can say is that the light seemed "solid". It felt liek I could reach out and touch the light, not the light bulbs but the light coming from them. I'm probably not doing a good job of explaining it but it is was it is. 

In the end I ended up telling a close friend what was going on and he helped me through it, so I guess the message of this post is not to underestimate the help a good friend can be. 

Codes in the Media

So, I thought I would expand a little on my crisis the other night, even though I'm now unsure whether I was really in crisis as it was so minor compared to some crises I've been through. In my post the other night I mentioned that I was getting messages through the music I was listening to.

This is true to some extent, although I think codes is a more appropriate word than messages as it wasn't making any sense. It's very difficult to explain but it felt as if certain words I was hearing held a significance to me and my life. This is something that doctors call delusions of reference.

I get delusions of this type quite a lot. Sometimes I can crack the code and I receive the message I was meant to get and other times I can't and it remains a garbled conversation in my head. Usually the source of these delusions are language sources such as books, newspapers, TV, radio, music etc. but if it gets really bad it can be other sources. for example I was thought there was a message hidden in the position of the stars and clouds in the sky, and the patterns in my bathroom floor.

Sometimes I think that maybe there really is someone trying to communicate with me and that the medications are stopping them from reaching me. And in a way, who's to say there isn't?

Out of the woods -ish

So after a sleepless night and a visit to my doctors it feels like I'm finally dragging myself through this little blip. The messages from music have stopped and Patch feels safe again. I didn't end up calling my crisis line in the end   so expect many more posts from me over the coming weeks! And apologies if anyone was worried.

Crisis

I'm writing this post in crisis, I've had a little too much to drink this evening and it feels like i'm right on the brink of the edge . . . Normally when I feel like this I listen to music, but at the moment I am getting messages from the music - Its like there is a code I have to break and it's taking most of my willpower to stop from trying to find it out by writing down the words that "highlight" themselves to me.

I'm also desperate to go searching for Patch, he feels in real trouble and I just don;t know what to do - It's so distressing . . .

I'll probably call my crisis line soon so there may not be another post for a while depending on how tonight goes -  Please stay tuned though. . .

Do We Know What We Are Doing?

A common question I always get asked is - "What's it like being ill? do you know you do the things you do?"

There is no simple answer to this  . . . When I am in a depressed state I generally know exactly what I am doing, but I'm so low I just don't care - it doesn't matter to me that I may be hurting other people or myself.  Mania however is a completely different story, It's like I can see what I'm doing and there is a side of me that knows what I'm doing is completely insane, but part of me overrides that common sense and goes ahead anyway, and if I wasn't on medication I wonder if that common sense part would be there in the first place. It's also worth mentioning that I rarely remember fully what happens in my manic episodes, I have to rely on other people to tell me what I've done. It;s a little like being really drunk for a very long time, there are just large blank patches in your memory.

As for the psychotic side of things there are stages, the first stage being completely fine progresses into hearing a voice or feeling a presence , then they generally start telling me to do things, which I obviously resist - This often continues to escalate until takes all my focus to resist them. I will remember a lot of this and often will be conscious of the fact that I am acting very odd, but there is very little I can do about it. A couple of times, and I stress this is very rare (at least for me), they sort of take control - and its like watching a movie through my eyes, I have absolutely no control over my actions. This is known as passivity, and it's very scary. I remember these times vividly and clearly although at the time I have no clue what I am doing as it were.

Well that's it for now, although I feel i haven't explained it very well, so this question may well crop up again in the future.

Missing Patch . . .

So it's been a while since I've seen Patch. This is a worrying turn of events, I worry that something has happened to him. I'm getting urges to go out looking for him in the dead of night, and every dog I see reminds me of him. They all carry something about Patch with them . . . I can't quite put my finger on it though, It's like as if Patch is hiding in these other dogs, And if I just find the right dog he would turn back into Patch. This leads to more urges to take these dogs in the vain hope one of them is actually Patch - It feels like a twisted game of hide and seek. I'm managing to resist these urges but it is difficult, I see my care co-ordinator in 2 days and I hope she will be able to help . . .