So what happens if your delusions were good and now that you're taking antipsychotics and you can see what's real, you're miserable all the time?
I created a "world" in my head, complete with a best friend/lover who was with me always and completely loved me. I confused this "person" with a real person I know. I wont go into details but it got really messed up. Yes, it caused me anxiety, and no, I do not want to live in a fantasy/fake world for the rest of my life; that being said, once I started taking antipsychotics and realized that my "world" was fake, it was like a smack in the face. Now I'm alone. I have no real relationships and it's making me seriously depressed.
Has anyone ever been through this? This, coming back to reality and feeling like you've been run over by a mac truck? Does it ever get better? All I want now is to stop my meds so I can go back to my "world" where I wasn't alone. I've been living in la-la land for so many years that I can't even feel anything for real people anymore. Can anyone reassure me that reality doesn't suck?
