I'm in a hard space. I can't really talk to my psychiatrist about my delusions, as nothing they do helps. They want to drug me up on antipsychotics that kill the mania, but make me feel depressed, and I stay paranoid and the delusions don't change. They think that's the solution because it makes me seem more manageable. Or maybe it gives them more power because I'll need disability more than I do now? Either way, its a #######5 lose lose situation for me.
They assume that you can't think for yourself if they know you're delusional. You know what, I lied about not being it. I did that because I wanted to be free, and its been way more helpful than telling you that. In fact, I find myself far more helpful.
Either way, it can be difficult at times to deal with paranoid delusions. You wonder if people are plotting against you, if they have it out for you. You sometimes even start thinking that this life is just a punishment for sins of a past life. That you're meant to be tantalus, or something like that. You get the feeling that something bad is going to happen. I know its irrational, and remembering this helps. But then you have fears of what the government will do, and its making it hard to go through the disability appeal. You're afraid they'll take away that freedom,
Then you remember its difficult for you to hold a job, so you try to keep up with your writing. You set a goal for yourself, then you ###$ it up and don't have a computer at home you can readily use for anything money-wise. I can't have roommates, so I have to pay the bills. Nobody wants to deal with someone who is constantly paranoid. I'm about ready to become a wandering nomad until I'm able to support myself with my writing. I feel its my only choice.
I feel like I've hit rock bottom.