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Mental Health Coming off Invega/Xeplion (paliperidone) injections v. 9

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before I smoked 10 joints a day if I would have abstained from my evening joint I would never have had psychosis but I never smoke again because if I smoke 1 after that it will be 2 and after that it's impossible to stop it's a visual circle
 
I think I was a big smoker my brother I was going to Amsterdam I smoked for over 10 years and one day my brain went crazy with this shit
 
I asked my parents for psychologist after i finally found the courage in myself to do so and guess what... They got scared 🤣🤣 they are afraid the truth of the whole situation will come out. They had legit fear in their faces. Both mother and father. Can you imagine 😭
 
I'll be ready for my next Kundalini awakening.
All that got me psychotic is that I believed the monkey mind during this state.
I need to fully relax and get into a deep meditative state.
 
Youwillrecover said:
I believe nowadays weed is too psychoactive because human started genetifically modificated it. God given old times weed had low % thc and it was perfect
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all the people I saw in psychiatry because they had smoked and it gave them psychosis, plus it's cut with hard drugs, we don't smoke anymore if one day I smoke that will be my grass that I raised naturally
 
Kiaf852 said:
I’m so grateful that they started this thread guys. I couldn’t imagine going through this alone. The horror of going through this alone. I don’t know that I would have ever healed. I remember leaving the hospital thinking something is different. I truly felt disconnected from my brain. I felt off in so many ways. For the first time I felt mentally slow. I thought to myself what was in that injection that the doctors gave me. I felt fine until those injections. I jumped online and started reading the horrible reviews. I thought to myself well I can still feel love right? I could still feel the sensation of it. For the next few weeks I’d continuously hug my niece and nephews. I’d continuously hug my daughter. I thought well if everything else goes, as long as I can feel something I’ll be alright. I would continuously hug my pets too. In two weeks I couldn’t feel anything anymore. I just laid in my bed. No appetite. No desire to stay hydrated. No desire to shower. No I couldn’t sleep. I couldn’t nap. It was living torture. I couldn’t cry to release my frustration. At some point I thought to try and have an orgasm. I thought maybe I could feel something. I lay there and have one. It was so hard to have one. I could barely feel anything at all. I went on Amazon thinking maybe I could buy some pills to feel happy. I felt depressed. The depression wouldn’t leave. I purchased some natural pills called happy or something like that. I didn’t notice a difference. I joined this online Invega group on Facebook. I joined this Anhedonia site too. Someone mentioned the discord app. I believe that same person mentioned Bluelight too. It was my friend Karen that recently told me that she healed. Without these online sites I wouldn’t of had anyone to talk to. I wouldn’t have known that other people shared my same experiences. I wouldn’t of met Bojana. Invega is such a nightmare to experience. Every day I am grateful to have healed from that wickedness. I truly try to thank God if I remember to. We are so lucky guys to notice that we didn’t feel right. Just imagine if I continued to take that poison. I was told I’d have to take it for the rest of my life. I advocated for myself. I said no I don’t feel right. My period has completely stopped. I have hormonal acne all over my back and shoulders. I said I can’t sleep. I have no hunger or thirst signals. That medication caused this. Those psychiatrist tried to convince me to continue taking it in exchange for talk therapy. Sometimes they would call me. They tried to convince me for over a year to take that poison. Just knowing that some people are forced to take it just angers me. I am living proof that all of you can heal. I was a walking skeleton when they injected that toxic mess into my system. They couldn’t inject my arm because I was too little. They injected it into my ass. I had no idea what was about to happen to me. I had the first injection. I thought to myself. I still feel the same. They gave me the second injection a few days later. I immediately realized that something was different. I felt really cold. I set inside the art room of the mental hospital waiting to be released. I felt disconnected from reality. I was shaking. I felt really cold. When they released me some one stole my shoes. They had to give me a pair of shoes out of the lost and found. I remember feeling dizzy while riding in my step dads car home. When I got out of the car I couldn’t walk straight anymore. I had this shuffled walk for the first time in my life. I couldn’t sit still. I couldn’t stop pacing. My mom would continuously ask me if I took my medication. She knew me my whole life guys. I never had medication. My cousin died seven hours after picking him up from the hospital. He was walking from the store and a blood clot traveled to his heart. They found him slumped over on the side walk dead. He was in his thirties. I felt guilty for picking him up from the hospital. He was at that hospital for swelling in his leg. He had a history of having blood clots. They released him from the emergency part. He asked me to pick him up. After his death I could barely sleep. I was barely eating. They claim I went into a psychosis. That’s how I ended up in the hospital. I was grieving. I only needed some nutrition and some sleep. I felt fine in the hospital. I just wanted to go home. I resisted taking Invega. I was held for three weeks or more. One of the men in the facility would repeatedly threaten to rape me like he did his daughter. I gave in and was ready for the injection knowing I’d be released shortly after. I wanted to see my daughter go to homecoming. I missed being around my dogs and boyfriend. I was tired of seeing the funeral home come pick up bodies from the hospital from my window. That was my only view from my window in that hospital. We are very lucky to have communication with each other. I will stick around to continue to uplift and encourage all of you. I have family that tell me to just move on with my life now. I couldn’t live with myself knowing that I couldn’t be that light in darkness to somebody else. It would be selfish of me to just walk away. I might of had to have that experience to help someone else through theirs.
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I'm thinking about making a Discord for recovering from invega that is moderated better and a bit more exclusive than this thread. I think you would be a good choice as a moderator/emergency support person. I'm still not up for doing that sort of thing yet as I'm still struggling with PSSD and the anxiety that gives me, but maybe next year. :)
 
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