Schizophrenia runs in my mom’s side of the family. I may have anecdotal information in this post due to a lack of formal diagnosis; however, experiential evidence suggests truth.
One of my siblings has schizophrenia (formal). My grandpa had it (informal). His mom had it (informal). To my knowledge only my sibling is so disabled by it that they cannot function. The other relatives seem to have kicked along until death.
Schizophrenia is a complex topic and I am no specialist… but it seems to me the crux of the condition lies in being unable to distinguish between what is real and what is imagined. For example, I’ve reached states in meditation where I pick up “transmissions” of conversations. Sometimes words or concepts I’m unfamiliar with are even used, which I’ve later verified are real.
I haven’t actually repeated these experiments in many years… in fact I lived at the house I grew up in, the last time I did. To be clear, I PHYSICALLY heard these conversations and voices. That said, at no point did I take them very seriously, and when focus was changed, they disappeared.
So what was that? Was it a taste of schizophrenia? A psychotic break? Do I have the same condition as my sibling; but toned down substantially enough to walk on a knife edge between worlds?
I’ve had many other experiences that I know cannot be real in a literal way. I can tell the difference – one is my brain playing tricks on my perception… the other is hard like cement where you go SPLAT!
I take no medications for depression or anything else. I actually strive for a lack of medication generally… would medication help with depression? Maybe… sometimes I am so catastrophically depressed that I am a hair from feeling utterly and truly like I cannot go on.
It takes everything I have to just go through the motions of the day.. the whole time thinking in the back of my mind how much I want to cease existing. I can actually liken this to the experience of a neurotypical person. Let’s say you’re a heterosexual male… you know how you constantly think about having sex? You try to get things done and you are compelled to have a wank just to get on with your life… haunted by the constant bright light of sexual desire?
When in the depths of catastrophic depression that bright light of sexual desire is replaced with suicidal idealization. It happens every few seconds… oh yeah, I’d like to no longer exist so badly…. it would be so nice… BLIP back to reality… get some things done… more thoughts of suicide.
The thing is you don’t really want to die… you just don’t want to live. You don’t want to EXIST. The idea of NOT existing is so REFRESHING and desirable.
I truly admire and am equally baffled by people who want to live as long as possible. It’s like staring at one of those 3D books where you need to cross your eyes, look sideways, and stare for 10 minutes. Sometimes that illusion will click in your brain and you’ll say, “Aha… it’s a fucking sailboat! Man what a waste of time!” People who want to live as long as possible might be a fucking sailboat, a street sign, a dog, or some other thing that I cannot possibly see. What the HECK are you people!
Even when I talk to those crumbly folks who are ultra old and made of paper mache… I am vastly impressed they continue to animate. How did you become such exquisitely animated paper mache? Was it the polymer structure of the glue that holds you together? Are you filled with Twinkies? Did you spend half your life in the freezer?
I digress. Am I half baked Schizophrenia? Or maybe I have some Psychotic icing? Did I never experience the proper trigger? My personality is doused with incredible control and non addictive juiciness. I’ve tried to acquire Nicotine habits through tincture drops, gum, cigars, cigarettes, and vaporizers. Yawn. With enough alcohol Nicotine is fun for a while… otherwise nothing interesting about it.
Nothing especially sticks when it comes to drugs and alcohol. At no point do I have a sudden craving. Really I just have a little alcohol and nicotine when I’m sufficiently bored with a task that needs to get done… even then it’s at best something that makes the time pass more easily.
Am I simply hard wired to be missing such a trigger sufficient for activating Schizophrenia? If anything I should be grateful, yet at the same time I am intrigued at some of the overlapping experiences I’ve had that resemble Schizophrenia.