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Stigmatized Psych Things- My Weekend

I'm having a really awful psych day. People don't talk about the awful days openly when they involve things, like hallucinations and delusions, that are so heavily stigmatized. This can lead to those of us who experience those things feeling depressed, alone, ashamed, etc., though, and there's no shame in mental illness. That's why I'm making this post, describing my really crappy last few days. I don't need a trip to the hospital, yet, and I'm not in danger. I just want this to  be less stigmatized, and I want others who experience it to feel less alone.

So, here's my last few days, copied from Tumblr. I might expand and explain better when I'm thinking more clearly.


I’m having a really bad couple of psych days. I’m not by any means suicidal. That doesn’t really happen when I’m on Effexor. I love my life, and I want to live.

I haven’t missed any psych meds, but I’m having auditory hallucinations of knocking coming from all directions, but not all directions silmultaneously- one after another. I know it’s not real because my service dog is telling me that when I give her the psych service command “what’s there.” That’s not happening right this second, though.

Idk past that; my brain is weird, and I am SUPER, SUPER elevated and reactive and tired and non-empathetic and having a lot of intrusive thoughts.

I’m too elevated to utilize the support of my service dog because I’m mean to her, so I’m just trying to stay away after providing basic care and praise, and I miss her.

Paranoia and delusions have also been a lot, but I don’t have a psych med at a dose that really stops those, yet, anyway.

I managed 1 of the 2 lessons I was scheduled to teach today but none of the prep or grading for that lesson.

Ugh
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