Losing Touch With Reality... Again...

New here, male, 25, bipolar type 1 w/ psychotic features. Quick overview: ex military (medically retired for bipolar), just applied for disability, starting college again this month, and going through a bitter divorce. I'm trying to keep my sanity, I'm taking my meds, I'm sleeping but I still feel myself becoming symptomatic. My issue is my delusions. In my twisted mind I'm famous and often have "interviews" with myself about how I would respond to the days most pressing topics. It's kinda hard to explain but I'm hoping to connect with someone who also lives with constant "delusions" thanks for reading.

Hi, and welcome to the forum.

You do have a lot on your plate. Don't you! Losing a job, going on disability, starting university and being in the midst of a bitter divorce is a huge burden for anyone to struggle with.

But you show strength and insight into your illness. I'm bipolar, and have my own issues but I acknowledge my situation and deal with it as best I can. I don't do it alone. Selected family members and friends assist me in staying balanced. (This is in addition to medication and medical supervision)

To know you are delusional and have an understanding of your reality and fantasy will help you battle the demons. I have deep sorrow for my son who doesn't differentiate between truth and fiction. You have to know what is real so you can work on staying in reality.

I'm 60 years old and retired now, but when I was working, I thought I was brilliant and would tell everybody in the office what was wrong with what we were doing. Sometimes it was, "Is the glass half full, or half empty?" I was a half empty pessimist while others in the office were half full optimists.

When I was 45 years old, and just beginning my journey to wellness, I was taught a mantra to help me stay in focus, and on track when I was having extreme negative feelings. It went like this:

This is me.
I am here,
I am alive,
I will cope.

One of the more profound times I repeated it again and again to myself, all I could do was sit in an armchair, grip the armrests and rock back and forth while trying to tune out the ringing in my ears.
After a couple hours, the crisis passed and I went to bed exhausted. I had a peaceful sleep.

I like a saying I heard in the movie, "The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel" It went:
"Everything will work out in the end. If things are not working out right now, it isn't the end yet."

Good luck on your journey.

Wow skilsaw...just wow! Well put!