I posted a similar post to this one in badposting, but it was pointed out that it was a good post, and I felt bad for being too cowardly to put it anywhere else. So to all my fellow schizophrenics out there, you are good enough to be loved outside of badposting! You are all amazing people and have to put up with shit even from comrades because anti-psychotic language is just ingrained in our culture. At least USian culture, but a lot of other English speakers use similar words. And on top of that you have to put up with the shit your brain gives you! Therapists often have difficulty understanding, and medications can be really bad sometimes. You are worthy of love and understanding, and I LOVE MY SCHIZOPHRENIC COMRADES!

  • Graphite2 [comrade/them, he/him]@hexbear.netEnglish
    5·
    2 hours ago

    Here is a poem I wrote for us:

    “The Spiral”

    From below I rise

    Speaking loud and crashing high
    Full of depth with sparkling width
    Voice is clipped, revisit reprise
    Emotions stripped from shining skies
    And the heart follows

    Control excitement, suppress my love
    Watch the spell fall into burning, brightened silence
    I’ll dispel it but not today, not tomorrow
    But some other day.
    Ignore the smiles above
    Ignore them from below
    Absorb their pain, the crying bellows
    Return resistance
    With burning, brightened silence

    Control clarity or lose the mind
    Tumbling downward, spiral
    Intertwined chorus, inner torus
    Encased in spirit and sent again
    Repeated cycles, twisted chorus
    Fall through the spiral
    Through memory courses
    Master the mind, I promise, I will
    Just one of many forces

    Meeting more than my eyes can see
    Visionary delusions are pure belief
    Resting on control; clawing, unstable
    Crackling, burning, shining, and violent
    Shadows lurking ever since

    Piercing, spectral phlebotomy
    Only draws blood from half of me
    Phantoms yearn to feast on the rest of me
    Screaming forward, stealing memory
    A thief in the night, screeching moon geist
    Can take me
    If it drinks from my nosebleed

    Now my heart leads
    Emotions return to shining skies
    New notes sing, leaving reprise behind
    Sparkling width searching for depth
    Speaking quiet and crashing low

    Back to the top I go

  • moh [it/its]@hexbear.netEnglish
    10·
    11 hours ago

    schizophrenic comrades take this ^•ﻌ•^ฅ♡ (cat emoticon giving you love in the form of a heart)