In the beginning, during my last episode, I knew my delusions couldn't be true. I felt I was dreaming, but would reality check by snapping my wrists with rubber bands.

But then it progressed, and just got worse, and I truly believed I was dreaming, and while I was sleeping (which was like two to three hours a night) I was actually awake, and then the racing thoughts came on full force, I truly believed I could save the world with my positive energy once I made enough of it (I made positive collages, wall to wall), and that once I "woke"up it would be released out into the world.

I believed all of that. There was no doubt.