>spring of 2016
>First manic episode
>Believe I'm Jesus
>Kick down door of a random house and start taking a bath
>Arrested, taken to jail
>Believe I'm in hell
>Finally get bailed out by my mom
>Get taken to psych ward
>Get out, go to Dad's house in different town
>Realize once again that I am Jesus, try to walk 120 miles back to the first town
>Get found and taken to mental hospital again
>They start giving me shots
>They work, I come back to normal
>But
>Am still talking to something that gives me feeling in my head/neck in response to yes or no questions
>One day ask if it is Jesus
>Yes
>Start reading the Bible, see the truth in Jesus's words and accept him as my Lord and savior
>Spring 2017
>Go nuts again, believe I am Jesus again
>Went to ecig store
>Asked to see Vape
>Take it and walk out the door
>Cops find and arrest me again
>Get out of jail again
>Go to psych ward again
>Am now on double the dosage of the shot
>Feel normal again, no mood swings or psychosis
>Still talk to whatever it is through physical feeling, but am no longer certain it is Jesus, might be a demon
>Jesus is once again my lord and savior and not me, though I still have doubts
I know I am a sinner.
I believe in Jesus, but I do wish that I had not originally come to him through mental illness. I'm very conflicted because people at times have very clearly been able to read my thoughts, and were joyous to see me. For instance:
>Sitting at bus stop
>See woman in traffic
>She notices me, and smiles brightly
>I catch a whiff of cigarette smoke
>Wonder if she is smoking
>She suddenly looks embarrassed, looks away
>I pull out my own cigarette and light it
>She smiles again, holds up her cigarette at me and calls "I am!" as she drives past.
I have a few more stories like this, including one you will not believe at all. If anyone's interested I will share them.
Sorry for blogpost