I was fine throughout the morning, managed to get lots done. Then, out of nowhere, it came. I felt his presence in my room. Then the whispers started. My world narrowed down to those two sensations. And my head. My head felt like it would explode if I didn't hang onto it tight enough, like half of it was in front of me and the second half behind.

Last post dealt with the emotional. Now we are going to look at the practical bits. Whilst the psychotic attack was going on, I sought help from doctors in my host country. But not for my mental health- for I truly did not know something was wrong- but for my inability to eat properly. That was the first time I told it all to someone, even before the visit to the police.

There won't be a new post up today because I am dealing with the consequences of a panic attack that I've had in a language class today. I am still feeling disorientated and I cannot focus. I will try to have the new post up tomorrow if I can. My apologies to everyone.

I was taking part in an exchange organised by my university and it was great- the people, the resources, the city. It was at some point during the Covid years, when things have started calming down. But I remember feeling so nervous throughout my stay for no reason. I couldn't eat properly. I felt like things were getting out of control, like there was so much going on that I had no chance of keeping up.

Folks, we are going to get started with some definitions. I know, boring academic stuff, but if I meet one more person expecting a murderous creature from some of the unnamed movies, I will flip. Note: I still won't become a murderous creature. "The DSM-5 outlines the following criterion to make a diagnosis of schizophrenia: 1. Two or more of the following for at least 1 month (or longer period of time), and at least one of them must be a 1, 2, or 3: