In the midst of my most intense psychotic episode I thought I was a prophet.
I thought it was my job and my job alone to bring peace to the world.
I was receiving hidden messages that only I could see when I listened to the radio or watched television and I thought there was great evil coming to the world.
The clincher is, though, that although I was thinking all of this stuff, there was never any concrete tangible evidence that any of it was real.
At every turn my delusions that things were happening were rebuffed by everyday life.
Just one example was the hidden meaning I’d see in street signs that told me something, or told me to go somewhere, once I acted on that meaning though I was still just as lost as ever. Read More →