They don't know I've had hallucinations.
They do know, however, that I think my friends are trying to hunt me down. (which is one of the main reasons my pdoc put me on it)

One night they came to my room whilst I had gone to bed, and searched the whole room for medication since I had been acting "peculiarly" the whole day.
All I remember was that I dissociated a lot, kind of felt like leaving my body with an another me who was in my body, then switching places again. A lot of weird experiences like that. Depersonalisation I guess, but I don't care much.

I feel fine. They think I've gone crazy from neuroleptic medication and especially my dad who denies my bipolar disorder wants me to quit it, or all of my meds.

Like I wanted to act like an 80 year old taking pills all day.

My pdoc is working on my diagnosis.. Whatever it is. If it's schizophrenia I'm switching docs. I'm not going to put up with a wrong diagnosis. Schizoaffective, okay, that's fine. It's close enough to bp.

Anyway, I'm not here to ramble about that. I just know that Seroquel has helped me a great deal, I'm not being haunted by evil cats that much anymore, and it has given me "future prospects" AKA something to wait for and not wallow through this hopeless meat loaf.

This situation is crazy. I'm not. And it drives me crazy (heh) because my parents are convincing themselves that I'm not crazy.

Enjoy the artwork.. Anyone see the references to The Wizard of Oz?