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wtf
guys
“delulu” isn’t funny.
It’s not some quirky word you use because “oh I’m so crazy look at me being so weird uwu”
Delusions are serious.
Rant below the cut, Tw, mention of sewerslide, nothing graphic
I legitimately believed I was a god because I survived a sewerslide attempt. I thought I was immortal and scared a lot of my friends really badly because I was being extremely reckless.
Delusions are fucking serious and don’t deserve to be mocked and watered down for your silly little tiktok personality.
PSA
-OCD is not a synonym for neat or preoccupied with tidiness. Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder is all about distressing intrusive thoughts and rituals (compulsions) used to combat those thoughts.
-Intrusive thoughts are not synonymous with silly things I want to do. They're deeply upsetting, often taboo mental apparitions. Letting them win is the last thing anyone wants, and nobody is immoral for having them. (See 'impulsive thoughts' if you need a term.)
-Anorexic is not a synonym for thin or emaciated. The majority of anorexic people have OSFED atypical anorexia – that is, their BMI is above 18.5. You cannot judge the severity of someone's illness by their appearance. (If you're worried about someone, look out more for rapid weight loss than thinness, even when it's occurring in someone in a larger body. 10kg in 10 weeks is never a good thing.)
-Eating disorders are not synonymous with just anorexia and bulimia. Anorexia is an ED, but it's nowhere near the most common. Bulimia is an ED, but again, not the most common. Together, they do not constitute the most common. The most common ED is binge-eating disorder, and the second most common is atypical anorexia, which is one of many, many OSFED categories. Those living with ARFID, pica, night-eating syndrome, rumination disorder, subthreshold BN, subthreshold BED, and orthorexia all deserve dignity, compassion, and acknowledgement. Remember: EDs are not necessarily thin, and never glamorous.
-Schizophrenic is not a synonym of all over the place, abnormal, unpredictable, dangerous, or crazy. Nor is schizoid or schizotypal. Folks with schizophrenia spectrum disorders live with hallucinations, delusions, disorganised thoughts/behaviour, and/or catatonia. They are far more likely to be victims of violence than perpetrators, and go to huge lengths to act okay even when distressed by symptoms.
-Schizophrenic is also not a synonym of multiple personalities/volatile. For the disorder involving having different facets of personality that are generally unaware of each other, see Dissociative Identity Disorder, and even then, don't assume it's a) dramatic as it is in the movies; b) evil; or c) trivial. DID is a trauma disorder.
-Delusional is not a synonym of wrong. Nor is it the same as this politician/friend is saying something I do not like/that is potentially dangerous. Delusions are false, fixed beliefs held despite evidence. And generally, folks with delusions don't tend to proselytise them. I know that certain politicians have beliefs that seem to persist in the face of evidence, but nevertheless, we don't need to stigmatise mental illness further to call out poor political/social behaviour. If you need a word for the pundit spewing potentially dangerous content, use 'dangerous' or 'wrong', but don't call them delusional.
-Bipolar is not a synonym of all over the place or fluctuating results. Bipolar disorder involves mood states that, even in the rapid cycling form, tend to last at least 3-4 days (mania) and weeks (depression). If you need a word for the weather, use 'British' instead.
-Psychotic is not a synonym of evil. Psychosis is losing touch with reality, whether it be through hallucinations or delusions. It doesn't make a person bad or violent. It's just a neurological phenomenon that may be distressing. It's also relatively common: 6-15% of people will hallucinate in their lifetime.
-ADHD is not a synonym of just quirky/scattered/forgetful/unfocussed/lazy/careless. ADHD is fundamentally a disorder of being able to choose where to direct attention, rather than of just I can't focus. If someone can't tune out the noise of the crowd, but can't prevent themself focussing on something trivial because their brain is wired that way, it's not laziness or just being quirky/scattered.
-Autistic meltdown is not a synonym of temper tantrum.
-Borderline is not a synonym of harridan.
-Narcissist is not a synonym of abuser.
-Mentally ill is not a synonym of volatile or bad person. This doesn't mean we have to make something artificially positive out of mental disorders. If there is good to be found in certain disorders, great; if there is nothing positive about living with certain others, that doesn't make you any less real or resilient than anyone else. It's okay to have complex feelings about your own disorders. It's okay to feel exhausted or frustrated by a disorder. But never should anyone have to face stigma.
People on Tik Tok love saying they're 'delulu' for literally everything.
Delusions aren't quirky.
I have an eating disorder and my recovery was massively set back because I was convinced my food was poisoned by my grandmother.
I spent over a year controlling every thought that came into my head because adamant that anything I touched absorbed my thoughts and repeated them to my abuser.
I have lost friends, time, health and progress to delusions.
They're terrifying. They aren't a trend.
Anyone who talks about how “edgy” they are needs to go take a bath in acid.
It makes it so hard for people to talk about their actual homicidal ideation or low empathy or low guilt or delusions or other stigmatised symptoms of mental illness.
I shouldn't have to clarify that my delusions are actual harmful, prolonged periods of distorted reality or that when I say I want to kill someone I mean that I have dark fantasies where I kill them in graphic detail.
I don't feel empathy. I don't feel guilt. Most of the time, I don't feel anything for other people. It's not quirky. It's not a joke. It's not something you can say you experience only to turn around and criticise the moment I go more in depth.
Stop trying to be cool by imitating mental illnesses. It's pathetic.
It’s not a normal day
Jamie awakes to the snarls of the approaching zombies. From a distance, he can tell they’re in the hallway of his floor.
“The alarm is blaring. I am late for work,” he tells himself, stuttering each syllable. He hastily slips into his pants, fumbling with the zipper.
“OW!” His zipper has caught the dong.
"Get out of here. They heard you." Jamie mutters.
In a strident bang the door of his apartment slams onto the ground, as zombies swarm the room gnashing their teeth.
He grabs his Bug-Out bag, throws the window open.
The zombies face the creak of the window hinge. Then they scramble over, knocking furniture over.
“I need to get my car.” He hops out of the window. Just as the zombies throw themselves at him.
Jamie grasps a pipe. Watching the zombies toss themselves three stories below. “There is no gasoline in the cars anymore.”
Jamie swings his free hand onto another pipe. He climbs to the roof. He looks down to see zombies climbing after him. He kicks one in the face. Another snaps at his ankles. Jamie hoists himself over the anti-suicide railing.
As his blood races, he tells himself. “I am in a mad rush in traffic. It is a Monday.”
Jamie dashes towards the ledge of the roof and leaps. He lands and rolls. He gets onto his feet and continues sprinting. The zombies are a few yards behind him.
“My boss is angry,” Jamie huffs.
Jamie leaps onto another rooftop. He slides down a house’s roof and pounces onto another. He looks behind him, panting and inhaling the smokey air. Watching the zombies following his exact movements.
“Shit, they are learning how to chase.”
He continues his flight. It’s been half a year since the Covid-19 mysteriously mutated into the zombie virus.
Jamie has spent six-months burrowing in his apartment as chaos erupted around the world.
Jamie leaps over an alley. Then he plummets. He clings onto the side of the roof as the zombies bare their black teeth behind him. Jamie’s heart pounds in his chest as the zombies disappear from view. He looks upwards.
A zombie roars into his face. Jamie slips. “I am at my office talking about cat videos with that hot accountant chick.” He assures himself with his delusion as he falls.
Thump! He lands in a pile of ancient rubbish. Roaches crawl onto him. Jamie shrieks as the zombie falls towards him. A loud gunshot shakes him to his core. The corpse of the zombie, missing half of its head, flops onto him.
He blinks, hoping everything is a nightmare and he is living out his normal life. A gloved hand reaches out to him. Jamie clutches it, feeling the first human warmth he has felt in months. He climbs out of the stinking bin. Two people covered with blood-stained scarves, with heavy hoods obscuring their faces, stare at him.
“We are the marauders. Welcome to the gang.”
“Um… I am late to work.” He stutters in awe, looking at the first people he has seen in a long while.
People laugh. He stares down at his feet.
The person on the left says. “There is no job to go back to.” He has the gruff voice of a middle-aged man.
The other person, a girl, says in a softer tone, “Should we take him back to base?”
“No, this guy doesn’t even know where he is. We can’t add crazies into our ranks.”
“I know. I am just coping,” Jamie affirms.
Jamie thinks, “It’s about time I let go of the delusion. Things will get to normal.”
The girl cheers, “C’mon let’s get going.”
Jamie smiles as he follows them into the desolate city, one foot behind finally not alone.
the funniest thing about ogata's late-plot psychosis is that "everybody's out to kill me" is a classic paranoid delusion, and i do believe he has those. but in his case it's also actually just true
Amen. A clear sign that someone is cruel, immature and close minded is when you're opening yourself up to them and telling them about a certain delusion or hallucination you have... and they respond with some sort of sarcastic quip CONFIRMING that delusion or hallucination. If someone you love does this, they're either insensitive, ignorant or they do not love you back.
Some of yall know absolutely nothing about hallucinations and I highly encourage you to do some research on it. And I do not mean the once off hallucinations, I mean hallucinations that some people have regularly.
Not putting a diagnosis label on it because many different disorders will have hallucinations and I don't have any answer for my own at this time.
When it comes to visual hallucinations I do not know that I'm hallucinating a lot of the time, most of the time I'll be having what is seemingly a normal conversation with someone to me and no one understands this.
Also telling someone that is experiencing hallucinations that you can hear or see it aswell is so cruel and in no way funny
Im sick of no one bothering to do any sort of research on this and just calling me crazy
“Delusions”
The walls are prophetic, and they’ve chosen me to envision their secrets. If I stare, if I press my ears up against them, I’ll understand. I can’t fall asleep though, that’s the catch. I have to be deprived enough to hallucinate.
Love doesn’t exist in any universe, love is a placebo— people capitalize off of this tale, we were brainwashed to believe this sickly illusion. Love was made to cost money, love isn’t an actual thing. Love isn’t a universal, legitimate state of being, it’s nonexistent and a made up scam.
I am being surveillanced by someone I know, he’s lurking steadily through the eyes of animals and other people. And when things are just right, he warps into my point of view. He stays into my head, letting me have enough control in order to not rouse any suspicion— but I know he’s here, he’s watching, and there’s nothing that can be done.
The fast food I eat too often has poison in their food. They have chemicals in there, concocted to get us addicted and vulnerable. When I come back for more, I come back with a craving a little stronger than the last time.
I am going to be recruited for the military, and I wish my brain would send those voices after me, getting them to haunt me, harass, push, plunder. Throwing knives, learning to cauterize wounds, putting defense into practice; My legs burn as my feet bruise the concrete, two mallets at a time, floating me away from danger.
The Illuminati is going after me, again, after months of dormancy. They’re bloodhungry and vengeful. I know that I’m special, they know, you know, he knows, she knows. The American government, Lucifarian and calculating, is taunting me.
Thing I’m paranoid about and am fixated on atm: I’m sinning and I’m going to hell and God is mad at me and is punishing me
You know you’re coming into psychosis when everything is contradicted. Nothing affects or shocks you anymore. You’re numb but everything scares you. You’re too exhausted to show any emotion but too vigilant to not do anything about your paranoid delusions. You start to isolate yourself but keep hoping someone will reach out so you won’t be alone with your thoughts. You feel helpless but so prepared and aware of unseen truths. As verbal communication becomes more difficult, you have made sense of what you’re saying but no one else gets it. You need to keep quiet and not endanger yourself, but you end up talking about it anyway. It’s hot outside but you wear clothes for cold weather. You understand that your delusions are just delusions, but you’re not making it up and it is the only real thing to you. There are sometimes things you feel, see, hear, smell, taste, that aren’t really there. You refuse to eat because of your paranoia but you can’t resist. Us psychotics are seen as dangerous, but we are the sufferers of absence. I don’t want to hurt you, I just want to be left alone, I’m just scared.
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In delusions we trust
In delusions we trust
In delusions we trust
How to Deal with Loneliness, Fears, Phobias, Depression, and Anxiety
By Eli Kittim (Psychologist & Biblical Researcher)
Loneliness, fears, phobias, depression, and anxiety are not so much reactions to real life situations as they are negative maladaptive thinking patterns. The cure or *remedy* lies in exposing the *falsehoods* or *false premises* that create them in the first place, thereby being able to change the negative maladaptive thinking patterns and their associated feelings and emotions. The way to apply this technique is through a process that the Buddhists call “mindfulness.” Christian mystics call it “guarding the heart.”
By constantly paying attention to your mind (i.e. being alert), you grant access to certain thoughts while refusing entry to others. Sometimes you’ll need to question the reliability and authenticity behind the premise of a thought before deciding to accept it as true or discard it as false. With practice, however, you will become successful in removing all forms of anxiety from your life by focusing on the false assumptions behind the negative thinking patterns as well as on the positive things that God has in store for you. 2 Corinthians 10.5 (NIV) explains this technique as follows:
We demolish arguments and every
pretension [or falsehood] that sets itself up
against the knowledge of God [or truth], and
we take captive every thought to make it
obedient to Christ.
Dave Jenkins, the Executive Editor of Theology for Life Magazine, and the Host of the Equipping You in Grace Podcast, put thusly the concept of the guarding of the heart:
For Christians to ‘guard their hearts and
minds’ in Christ Jesus (Philippians 4:7)
means for them to be alert, through Christ's
power and protection, to what enters and
dwells in their hearts, because the Bible
teaches that what we say and do, and who
we become is the result of the state of our
hearts.
To this end, Philippians 4.7 promises God’s protection:
And the peace of God, which transcends all
understanding, will guard your hearts and
your minds in Christ Jesus.
In order to stay positive and hopeful——in counteracting loneliness, fear, depression, or any other negativity we might have——Paul insists that we should train our minds to entertain only thoughts that are true and beautiful (Philippians 4.8):
Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is
true, whatever is noble, whatever is right,
whatever is pure, whatever is lovely,
whatever is admirable--if anything is
excellent or praiseworthy--think about such
things.
( BOTW ) ━ Link has many subtle quirks born from coping mechanisms, traumas and mental illness, as is unavoidable from being thrown into such a high stress situation with nothing to fall back on, with no memory but a larger-than-life goal set upon him, but one of the most noticeable and violent of them is the fact Link is half-convinced of his own corruption.
Throughout Breath of the Wild, the theme of disease, corruption and dark magic is an overarching one. Malice is a plague upon the land, each Blood Moon revives the undead through sheer will of distaste and discontent, Ganondorfs loathing manifested into what is ━ in essence ━ a magical blight formed exclusively through the warping of dark magic, being imbued with a poisonous amount of that hatred, the will to force itself into this form, and to attach itself to anything it can. a hatred so thick it congeals, and corrodes. The undead that the Blood Moon calls upon are full of rotten blood and malice, alive but reduced to the barest thoughts and actions, more nerves firing off instinct than what they were in life. Link, in many ways, is considered at best the healer of the blight and at worst the slayer of the already damned. He's the hero, the one whom Hylia entrusted to the blade that burns away the dark, he is something of the light, however blinding and stark and harsh that is.
... But Link has seen what happens to creatures when they are corrupted, he has seen how easy it is for it is him to cut it back, burn it down. Link has seen and Link knows, but Link isn't stupid ━━━ he was in a chamber for a hundred years, was he not? protected but so, so idle. Anyone else would die, he's learned, in that time. Any Hylian, anyway. What of him, then? He is alive, isn't he? Magic is mysterious, the Goddesses are vague and he is special but he is alive.
... Isn't he?
This is where the fear of corruption comes in, that could be called a delusion in terms of actual disorders but what Link only knows as something he doesn't want to look at but the knowledge still burns in him. He's half convinced himself that he is corrupted, he just doesn't know it yet. He thinks a lot about how Hino turns wild when the Blood Moon rises, and how that wildness is hatred in him, Ganondorf breaking desperately through chains to kill him, to despise him, and how Hino never acknowledges it after, like he doesn't know, just mindful enough to speak and growl before it's over. Do they know when their blood has gone bad and angry? Can they tell? Could he?
He doesn't know, but he is quietly petrified in the way Link does not let his fear breathe into recognition, that one day the Master Sword will burn his hands when he tries to take the handle, grip it tight & true as he was told to do, and there will be nothing for him but a simple knowledge that he is not ━ and perhaps he never was.
See you in another life
F Em F
So this is what it feels like Everything ain't right Baby baby we tried To make it work in this life
It's not supposed to be We were in a hurry And everything was blurry Whydyou have to hurt me
You say I'm pushing you away Another way to manipulate You would lay all the bait I would take all the blame
Made a fool of myself It's like you were somebody else Babe I know you could tell I was in pain, I was in hell
Still went ahead and hurt me You thought I couldn't wouldn't see And so I had to leave Whydyou have to hurt me
See you in another life Maybe we'll get it this time Now we gotta say goodbye Like it doesn't make me wanna die
Diluc headcannon
After giving up his vision, Diluc forgets a lot of names and can only remember a few. These names are Crepus and Kaeya, while going on a fatui murder spree, he calls himself Kaeya, for he believes it is his name only upon returning to Mondstadt does he realise that Kaeya is the name of his brother who he can remember but not well. He has a mental breakdown upon realising this. Diluc keeps the fact he called himself Kaeya on his travels a secert with only Adaline finding out He does regain his memories after his vision was returned but still will sometimes answer to Kaeya