BRAIN, BODY, SPIRIT
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"Brain, Body, Spirit" is a memoir focused on my experience with psychosis as part of a mental illness called "schizoaffective, bipolar type" meaning I have psychotic symptoms between and during mood episodes of mania and depression. I can have no symptoms sometimes, but usually there's at least some level of disorganization, hallucinations, delusions and cognitive problems. Psychosis is not what you may be prone to think. It doesn't mean I'm dangerous or crazy. It means "a break from reality". Somewhere along the way, I started believing really odd things that became delusions, like for example, I was donating my body to science even though I'm still alive. Once I thought I was Taylor Swift and attempted to write a song for every one of "my" fans. I stayed in a psychiatric ward every time I was ill, at least usually. There was one time I was able to avoid the hospital. Psychosis can be dangerous, to myself and others, but I would never mean to hurt anyone. I just didn't understand the concept of what I did and what I knew to be true. It all made sense to me but no one understood that. I was so terrified, believing I was in hell because I couldn't find Jesus anywhere. Sit back, relax and let me tell you about it. This is my story.
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He looks out beyond the edge and I can't seem to pull my eyes away from him. He smiles and speaks, but I can't hear anything he says. Even so, the buzzing seems to grow quieter and quieter till it's just silence all around myself and him. I watch his mouth move as inaudible words flow from it into the air, and his hands open as he gestures while he speaks. I watch as he looks turns to look at me to be sure I am following along, and then his eyes just wait on me and his mouth stops moving. I watch him mouth my name and tilt his head to read me. There's nothing I can tell him. Nothing that wont change things, but if I keep this going things will change. "Xylia," He mouths again. ******************************************** Xylia doesn't remember any of it, she lived through it all and yet she can't remember. She must watch herself relive every choice and every mistake she had the first time to find herself again. It is the only way to save him from herself. All she knows is: This is a past life among hundreds of billions. Summer Camp changed everything. Her friends are dying and she doesn't remember how to save them. All that you see is her fault. **************************************** *:･。PART ONE - CAMP ORIGINS ★CH1-8★ *:･。PART TWO - BLACKBURROW HIGH ★CH9-19★ *:･。PART THREE - THE HOWS OF US ALL ★CH20-26★ *:･LAST PAGE ★CHARACTER AESTHETICS REVEAL★ COVER CREATED BY ★ @meha-k ★ *:･。 *TW* FLASHING IMAGES/ VERY MATURE THEMES/MILDLY SCARY SCENES
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