I realized I was psychotic after coming out of a bad relationship that fed my psychosis. Then for a while I was battling the idea that it was just my ex, even though sometimes I was fully "in that world", and partially "not in that world". For the longest time my entire identity was different, and I've had to come to terms with my own name. I kind of want to cry thinking about this, honestly. My parents don't even know. I'm so good at hiding my sickness.

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