So while i thought the cops were manipulating my world i started to try to change my actions how i walked where i walked to what i did and i thought i could predict the future. I began to grow a delusion of being a creative genius. I would run into problems then research on my own how to solve them then try to solve them. Then i started to think that facebook was sending me messages to control my life, television, people on the street. I began to isolate myself stop using social media stop playing video games stop listening to the radio. I would just sit in my room, by myself until i had to work. THen at work i turned the workplace around from my actions pitting people against eachother because i thought someone was a sociopath and out to get me. Everytime i got scared i would just pin it somewhere else and get highly worked up and go to management. I sent a complaint up management that they were trying to do all these negative things to me because of my brothers illness. When i worked people would call me a genius, but i didn't know what to believe. I started to think my co-workers didn't even exist. Weird things at work would happen like management would move tables after i arranged them myself out of place and make it look disorganized after i organized everything. Then management would say im not allowed in the workplace on certain days in panicing voices. I shook hands with a guy in a suit for another company and he said "your doing evil things here". Pretty soon i was shaking hands with people in the military congratulating me on my work. I started to get very scared and doubt existence of everything. I didn't know what to believe who to believe and i would begin to ask other people if things actually happened. Then people started asking me questions while i worked like "do you see that security camera there" when there was no security camera. I began to think everyone in the world was on to my genius and testing me for insanity. So i would play along and try to prove every single tiny test the world had for me to check my insanity. Everywhere i went every person i met was in on it and i had to be on my A game. Even my university. Then i began to uncontrollably laugh and cry. I realized something was wrong then and reached out to someone for help. I ended up getting convicted of harassment and brought into mental health care through a court order.

It took me 7 years to "recover" from this. I still have not. This happened in 2008, I have done intensive therapy and still try everyday to progress as a functioning human being. I had periods in time where I tried juggling knives because I thought I was a creative genius. (I cant juggle)