@Zack365 it's great to hear that you're feeling pretty close to normal, especially so early on in your recovery. Also, my perception has been different. I used to have a lot of synesthesia, like seeing or tasting music and feeling tactile sensations with my emotions. Passages of writing had texture, color, and flavor to them. I miss that. My experiences seemed a lot more multidimensional. Of course I had some psychosis, but I used to see strings or paths connecting ideas, which I kind of miss for some reason. It seemed kind of symbolically beautiful.
@Vbodnariu I'd imagine that would be surreal to have yourself back, like getting out of prison or the mental hospital.
@Offvega It's a s****y way to live without any sense of self-importance, but I feel like there must be something to be learned from living without even a healthy distortion of one's importance. I hope that once I heal I'll learn that I need to work my a** off like anyone else rather than just depend on my "brilliance." If I get my motivation back, maybe I'll get thoroughly accustomed to the idea that everyone is very clever and hard work makes the difference for healthy individuals.
@Specified Wellbutrin helps with sex drive. I basically have been buying friendship with sex. Or selling sex for payment in friendship. I managed to get a boyfriend after invega. I'm like his sex doll because the invega has made me so docile. It would have really pissed me off and offended my dignity before invega, but the guy I'm with is apparently turned on by me pretending I'm a doll which is a little effed, but he keeps me socializing and he takes me on road trips and stuff. Gender is weird. My sex drive isn't like how it was, but I can reach orgasm multiple times in a row. I've even gotten a little bit of my sensitivity back if I think about sex a lot.
@Yeshua That's very kind of you. That kind of response makes me want to become a spokesperson against invega sustenna whenever I'm healed. It gave me the idea that since I'm in a service-learning program at my university, maybe I could make my capstone service project an awareness campaign for the side effects of invega sustenna. I could try to find professors that would let me come speak in psychology, pre-med, and bioethics classes. I could make a pamphlet or something and try to distribute it to hospitals. I think I would try to get mental health professionals' attention and get them to think about their biases by being self-aware about the stigmas surrounding psychosis. Make some power moves any way that I can. I think that psychosis stigma is a huge barrier to raising awareness about invega sustenna because people refuse to listen to you if you apparently have psychosis. I think that's the broader issue that encompasses the use of invega sustenna. Maybe if I go to the trouble to start a well-run campaign, doctors will actually listen. I really need to think of a response to the patronizing comments that whatever was done was medically necessary. For some reason, I feel like it is a difficult issue to raise awareness for, maybe because the medication takes away passion and ability, and then when those things come back, people want to just move on with their lives. Partly because psychosis patients are such a marginalized group. I really think that social isolation is what causes psychosis since I've only ever been psychotic when I don't feel socially integrated. I think that psychosis could be treated with a social integration program. I feel like the thing that really drove my psychosis away was getting a boyfriend.
I've been feeling pretty depressed despite slight improvements in some areas. I was trying to do some less-than-utterly-straightforward math problems and failing miserably, which makes me question whether going back to upper division math classes in two months is a good idea, and it also makes me question whether what I've been doing at work is any good. I also have been having trouble carrying on a conversation about normal topics because I've been in my head a bit thinking about this B.S., and that depresses me a little, but maybe it's a sign of going back to my old self if it's an internal monologue keeping me from conversation, even if it's a lower quality monologue. It always sucks when I feel like something's getting better, but from the outside, it might seem like things are getting worse. There's always this burden of needing to conform to people's idea of a normal human being.