Since I was small I have had a powerful sense of a hostile supernatural presence nearby. Alone, or in the dark, the terror was unbearable and I thought my mind would break. "Mind would break" wasn't just words, the fear was so bad that on a few occasions I have literally "seen" the presence with my minds eye - nothing visual but the force of its awareness of me was as undeniable as if I was staring into the sun. These moments are accompanied by paranoid thoughts that I am about to be killed, that the world is not real, that my body is not real, that there is a higher reality that I am just beginning to glimpse. It's like living in a world where you have seen God, and God hates you. And knowing simultaneously that the undeniable experiences are not real, and that you are crazy.
Antipsychotics help dull these feelings and I mostly get by these days with a bit of fear and no more than slight panic at times.
I'm sure the perceptions come from the deep isolation and trauma of my childhood, combined with a vulnerability I inherited from my schizophrenic mother. The perceptions bring their own trauma of course. A key part of my trauma script is a conviction of my inferiority, and I am sure that comes in part from living for decades in the shadow of an overwhelming hostile presence.
Antipsychotics help dull these feelings and I mostly get by these days with a bit of fear and no more than slight panic at times.
I'm sure the perceptions come from the deep isolation and trauma of my childhood, combined with a vulnerability I inherited from my schizophrenic mother. The perceptions bring their own trauma of course. A key part of my trauma script is a conviction of my inferiority, and I am sure that comes in part from living for decades in the shadow of an overwhelming hostile presence.