It started with massive paranoia. It slowly got worse and I kept calling my friends asking if there was “news”. They didn’t know what I meant and I was too afraid to ask. I thought my phone was being projected into Central Park in NY. And that it was playing porn and everyone knew it was me. I thought nobody would tell me what was going on because it was so weird to them they couldn’t find the words. I thought this for days. I thought the whole world was watching and my roommate was doing it to get back at me for an argument. I called my dad for help but ended up thinking he was abusing my mom. Then I thought he was a pedophile. Then I thought he was working with big pharma conspiring to lie to us that anyone is ill with anything, ever. I thought I found out we would all live forever and I was going to be targeted and killed for finding out this secret. I had to leave my apartment to get cat food and thought the whole world had eyes on me. Half of them were saying how brave I was for leaving, the other half disgusted at what they thought I did in Central Park. My family came over to help and I left in an ambulance. I thought they would save me from being killed. Not before shouting at my dad on the porch what an evil man he was.

I’m upset it went on for days but I’m glad I accepted help and quickly got things under control in a few weeks. Now I’ve been depressed for a year. I still don’t know who I am. I got diagnosed with bipolar and stopped smoking weed and I’m just painfully bored and a little dead inside. I hope for desire to return to me. Wishing you all well, this is just a vent as it’s been a year since this happened.