For some time now, I have made myself well, by not trying to decipher bird’s tweets, as I can do this on the odd occasion. But it is normally just the same old stuff that is deciphered. Before becoming unwell I used to have a job that I sometimes despised on some occasions about it raining or snowing. My main role was mainly outdoor work. But this was a routine that I had become so enthused about when working.
Then for some apparent reason, I started to hear voices, that were not my own. This was because I had a crush on someone from years ago, that rekindled my love for life, I then started to read in-depth into things, that were not real, and this then took it to another level when trying to talk, or convey something that would never be.
I then started to think illogically and seeing a post about a song from a friend, put me into guilty mode and thought that my life was in danger.
I then had to go to work with knowing this and before I did, I spoke gibberish online, so a colleague noticed and told one of the bosses. They then asked me some questions and went with me to my outdoor work, when I was being paranoid they then proceeded to notify my mother where they were going to be taking me.
This was the hospital. I had to wait until being seen too, and by then my mother had come and consoled me that I would be well once I get seen too. The only bad thing that came about this is that my stay would be in an area unbeknown to me. And it was an hour’s drive to my stay.
After my stay there, I was brought back to an area I knew best, as I escaped the defences of the electronic doors, but somebody helped me get back, as I had no money or knew where I was.
It was a further 2 weeks stay in hospital.
This was over ten years ago and I sometimes still live the day that I was taken in.
Since then I have been in three more times due to ill health, yet some information is random in which I had stayed. I was having a breakdown once every two years until I was placed on some medication that I had to have in an injected form, but bi-weekly. This then resulted in me being hospitalised after 3 years on those injections, so I had broken my duck every two years by one year over.
There was a reason why I had been hospitalised and to me is that I was due my injection a day then 2 and 3 days before it was due. I was also agitated when trying to watch a film, as I would stand and tap my shoes from foot to foot.
Now that I have asked when getting a new injection to have it weekly, my care provider can then see me regularly, and they can then be notified of any changes in my moods.
I have also had to have the dosage reduced twice since being on it. This was due to Vacant Staring and Exessive Saliva when sleeping.
It now has been over several years since being hospitalised.
