no, you make perfect sense...
i'm sure many here if not everyone here lived your experiences... be careful getting "definitive answers" because along with those answers come powerful medications... i now look at mental illness as a non-ordinary experience or better put, our own personal spiritual emergencies... i've learned that ALL mental illness is really physical in nature and once you tweak your bodies system and return it to homeostasis, your mind becomes clear again...
Buddha once said: "To keep the body in good health is a duty... otherwise we shall not be able to keep our mind strong and clear..."
here's my story of my slide into mental illness... i'll try to make it as concise as possible but it'll probably mean alot will be missing from my story including my final diagnosis... it'll give you a little idea that you're really not alone...
i always had what some might call magical thinking as far back as i can remember... i heard my first voices when i was 10-11 but they didn't occur that often and when they did i just thought it was normal for some reason, can't explain why, it never occurred to me to say anything to my mother or father.... this lasted up to around the age of 13 i'd say, then they completely disappeared... although i now learned to hate psychiatric labels i could have probably been classified as bipolar from grade all the way through to advanced school and into my working late 20's... i was never bouncing off walls just generally always up... when i down cycled the depression was very mild and didn't last long... people enjoyed being around me, i was able to relate to anyone and i got good grades...
around the age of 33 i began thinking people were watching me and talking about me... out of the blue i returned back to christianity thinking i was an important part of Gods plan when he returned which blew my wife away because we were both showing interest buddhism at the time... i started believing i was an alien and that my people were waiting for the right time to come and get me... i felt i could feel my blood flowing through my veins... at times i would think something was inside my head although i never had a concrete idea what it might be... my bipolar episodes began to grow stronger... the depression was darker and lasted longer and the hypomania would cause me to act out inappropriately... people would openly say to me "what's your fucking problem?"...

..."are you OK"... these comments just blew over my head... i started having cognitive, concentration and memory problems... i had intrusive thoughts that at times were very disturbing, thoughts of suicide and murder among other things... i began to alienate myself from my close friends at work and outside work... i started having olfactory, gustatory and tactile hallucinations... i would smell the ocean, popcorn and gasoline to name a few... i would taste gasoline, lemons and the taste of chocolate to name a few... i would feel bugs crawling below my skin and on the surface of my skin as well pin pricks... i also developed mild anxiety at this time... i never had visual hallucinations...
these symptoms swelled for close to two years and i was having having great difficulties at work as you could imagine and i eventually just walked in one day and said i quit without giving notice... during this whole time my wife and sister were trying to get me to see a doctor... they wanted me to see a psychiatrist many times but because of my mental state i would say no even though it was clear to me at that point that something wasn't right, i can't explain my actions... they would say OK see the family doctor, of course again i said no... i began to suspect my wife was working for the government and she was poisoning my food... we were living off my retirement plus her income... about 2-3 months later i began to hear different sounds and voices... the sounds were like tapping noises on the wall, a low sound of the wind or banging noises in the basement to name a few... i had command voices that would say things like "kill cheryl", "kill nicole" or "you don't deserve to live" and so forth... other times the voices would make comments about anything i was doing at that moment... it was quite unnerving, sometimes i would become consumed by it all... i never developed any negative symptoms...
one night cheryl and my sister sat me down and confronted me, at the end of the conversation i agreed to see the family doctor... in his office he drew some blood, i'm not sure what test he ran to be honest but he did say you need to see a psychiatrist now... i agreed and my wife made an appointment... after meeting with the psychiatrist she wrote a prescription for an anti-depressant and instructed me to see a neurologist... the meeting with the neurologist didn't go so well, i began to suspect she was a government agent and immediately lost trust in her... thank God my wife was with me to help me keep it together, she always had this ability to know something was going on... anyway, i made it through the office exam... she wrote out a prescription for an MRI scan... right away i'm asking her why i need that and she calmly explained to look for tumors or lesions... this made me feel a little better... i wasn't having a good day... MRI results were negative... next, set up an appointment for an EEG... during the EEG i began experiencing tactile and auditory hallucinations... apparently the EEG picked this up because at the end of the test the tech asked me if anything happened during the testing... i said yes and told him what it was... he began telling me he was a wiccan priest and that hallucinations were a gift and that i should try to avoid psychiatric treatment as best as i could... although i have great respect for everyone's religion for some reason something came over me and i couldn't help myself, i began laughing in his face hysterically... in retrospect i feel ashamed because i've come to believe the very same thing, he was right... that what are called mental illnesses are really spritual emergencies... he ran great risk of losing his job or credentials by advising someone with mental illness not to seek treatment...
now that the all the testing came up normal it was onto medication... during the second meeting with the psychiatrist i began to get very suspicious of her and told cheryl i didn't want her as my doctor... cheryl said OK let's find another doctor... so we found another doctor, he seemed cool, short chinese guy... he put me on zyprexa, paxil and lithium... one and a half years go by, i go through many different meds and three distinct labels bipolar 1 with psychotic, schizophreniform disorder and finally formally diagnosed with adult onset schizoaffective disorder bipolar type... say that three times fast...
i spent a long time bouncing from one med to another... went through three psychiatrists and am on my sixth psychologist(i love my current psychologist)... not too long ago i developed courage and began walking down a different path... now, i'm beginning to finally see some light at the end of the tunnel and hopefully aqll of this will be behind me one day...
well, that's my story... yeah, i left out ALOT but i hope it helps you in some way...
forgive me for the rant...
Kensho
