Nothing like waking up in pain
I’ve been up for the past half hour or so and it’s my bladder’s fault. While I was downstairs, I had a piece of my pie that I made. I really wanted to have it before going to bed but I had brushed my teeth. It was worth the wait. I have one slice left and that will be my breakfast. My ankle started acting up soon as I started walking around. Same fucking pain I have been dealing with the past few days. It’s driving me nuts.
I checked my messages. There were some from my friends who clearly do not understand psychosis or being in a psychotic state. You cannot just “snap out of it”. I am not full of shit or “better than that”. I have been hearing voices since I was 5. Sometimes they get out of hand for some reason or another. I have no control over it. I have gotten better at the ignore part, which is what I am going to do with my friends’ responses. It’s just not worth my time to explain this and I feel like I shouldn’t have to explain it.
My brain still feels fuzzy. Before going to bed, I took 8 mg of trilafon. I wanted to take 12 but that would be pushing it as I already have taken 8. The music is still in my brain, twisting lyrics and stuff. I hate this. This is the worse part of the illness. I’m still feeling paranoid. I’m glad the sirens have stopped, least for now.
I’m going to try and go back to sleep. I hope my pain levels allow this to happen.