@Yeshuah I feel you. I love my old self. I almost feel like my life was too good to be true before invega sustenna. I was so full of ideas and could respond interestingly to pretty much any philosophical question asked. I felt like I was better at philosophy than even my professors. I felt like I could learn just about any skill except for frequent showering or speaking fluently. So I really don't want to accept this rate of learning and coming up with ideas. Nothing feels like it makes sense right now. To my doctor, I've just had a few minor changes in behavior, but for me it's like my entire world has been burned to the ground. There's no refuge for me except for to some extent in sitting at the caf? and typing up a post on here. My doctor thought that I "seemed sharp" yesterday, but he just doesn't understand how far I've fallen as a philosophy major if I can barely hold my own in an argument with an idiot doctor. I feel so helpless. If something's not hardwired in my brain, then I basically can't do it. I used to take so much pleasure in continuously learning and creating. Creativity is freedom. I can't accept that I will never be free again.
Thought of the day: I kind of think that the ethics of giving people invega sustenna is similar to the ethics of killing someone. Both end or greatly diminish the desires, sensations, thoughts, drives, memories, abilities, dreams and emotions that make someone the sentient, soulful being that they are. We don't say that killing people is fine because they no longer are aggressive or exhibiting unpleasant symptoms. Doctors are able to compartmentalize things and think that it's a "tradeoff" that's worth it, but they don't understand that they are taking away the meaning of someone's life, the most important thing they have besides maybe interpersonal relationships, and the medication doesn't help with that either. It's like killing someone but keeping a fake copy of them to appease people's sensibilities. People fear psychosis patients and nonconformity so much that they cannot comprehend the other's experience. They think that the individuality of psychosis is grotesque and they are so motivated by fear. Fear of the unknown, fear of difference, fear of the handful of cases where psychosis results in aggression. Every decision is tainted with and saturated in fear. People's attitude towards antipsychotics seems highly political because it seems tied to fear of criminals, fear of nonconformity, and fear of those who believe differently.
I don't want to kill myself because I want to hang on to any chance of experiencing meaningfulness in my life again. Death just doesn't seem like a part of my story right now, except for the partial death I've experienced thanks to invega sustenna. I also appreciate how beautiful being alive can be and hope to experience that again. Barring permanent side effects, the majority of our lives after this have got to be with a full and beautiful range of experiences.
I'm thinking of going to live in a monastery for a while around my 4th month instead of going to school. Not much talking and the meditation should be good for me. I read that meditation increases dopamine in the brains of experienced meditators, so I'd like to become an experienced meditator. I'd also like to have more structure in my life without going to school. I don't think it would be good to gamble on school and my abilities next semester. I'm getting tired of going to all the same places and interacting with the same people I did pre-invega and pretending to live my life. It's frustrating to see everyone continuing their lives like normal while I'm just an empty shell. At least at the monastery I wouldn't feel like dead weight on my old life. There wouldn't be that contrast between my current zombie self and the ghost of my old self floating around this town. I also have wanted to live in a monastery for a while but didn't know when I could find the time. Might be good filler for this awful prison sentence.
Yesterday was my 24th birthday. Sucks to feel like my life is passing me by and that I probably won't be both young and carefree again. People have stopped IDing me for cigarettes since invega, which just adds insult to injury.