Guest Posts

Guest Post by Jessica Macintyre ~ A Day With Psychosis

I would like to take you back in time with me. We’re not going too far. It was perhaps last April or May, I can’t remember, but it was a day I’d like to share with you. It wasn’t a typical day, but yet it was. This is a day that can happen, and did happen to me. This is a day in the life of someone with Psychotic Depression. Bear in mind that this doesn’t happen all the time, but it happens enough. This was a moderate to bad day and it went like this.

7:45 – I wake up. Before I even open my eyes I can feel it. Something is there, like a pressure in my head, there seems to be something extra in my brain. It feels like extra air. My head feels heavier somehow. This is bad. When I wake up feeling like this sometimes I just stay that way, but sometimes it progresses into something more.

JessicaI realize I don’t have time to ponder what it means and what might happen later on because it’s a school day and I forgot to make my son’s lunch before I went to sleep last night. I jump up, wake my husband who begins getting ready to take our little boy to school. I make his lunch, get him dressed and at 8:20 they are out the door.

I ask my little boy for a hug, he gives me one, and my skin crawls. My husband kisses me goodbye and my skin crawls. My daughter heads out and hugs me too, and my skin crawls. I don’t want to be touched today, but I never let them know that when I feel this way. I don’t ever want them to think twice about touching me or hugging me because most of the time I love it. But this is one of my symptoms, and today it’s rearing its ugly head.

Another one of the symptoms of this illness is excessive guilt. I begin to feel guilty. Guilt and I are old friends. I’m convinced there is only a certain amount of guilt in the world and I am not only carrying mine, but I’m carrying around someone else’s who’s incapable of feeling it. I don’t just feel guilty because my skin crawled just now when everyone hugged me and told me they loved me, but I feel guilty for existing. I feel guilty for being alive. Then I begin to feel depressed because I know the guilt will be with me all day today. It sucks.

A few minutes later my grandfather gets up. I make his breakfast this day. I normally don’t but he’s been falling a lot recently, he’s getting to that wobbly age and so I get him to sit at the table while I make his oatmeal. He makes small talk with me about the weather and how he slept. I talk back for five minutes or so, probably not even. I can’t give him the attention he deserves this morning. I don’t want to talk to anyone, I just want to be left alone because I’m afraid of what’s coming.

I decide I’m going to the gym today. I’ve gotten into a regular routine of going and as much as I want to stay home, crawl into bed and stay there I force myself to go into the bathroom and get ready.  As I am looking in the mirror and washing my face it starts. I am hearing voices. There they are. They’re back and they’re not friendly.

Some people’s auditory hallucinations are heard inside their mind. That’s when you hear people talk about voices ‘in their head’. Mine are not like that. Mine are heard from outside. It’s like having two invisible assholes following you around and talking about you, and that’s what they are, assholes! I hear them with my ears and the sound of their voices are as real to me as my voice would be to you if we were having a face to face conversation.

They don’t address me directly, but they have conversations with each other about me.  Either that or they fight with each other. Today they are getting along because they are agreeing on how gross I look and talking about what a bad mother I am because I forgot to make lunch the night before.

She makes everyone so unhappy, the woman says what a fucking waste she is.

I know, the man agrees with her. What the fuck is wrong with her?  She just fucks up all over the place.

It’s at this point I have a decision to make. Sitting in my cupboard is an ‘emergency dose’ of Seroquel.  That’s an antipsychotic drug. I could take it. Right about now if you’ve never had a psychiatric illness you’re wondering why I’m debating it.

Taking that drug is not like taking a Tylenol for a headache. Antipsychotics are basically very heavy tranquilizers and if I take one I’ll be out for the rest of the day and most of tomorrow, plus I’ll be groggy for two days following that. Just that one dose will cause me to lose four days. I don’t want to lose four days. I have things to do.  So my choice is either take the drug and lose the days, or suffer through today in hopes that it will get better. I decide to go about my business today, but if they’re still around tomorrow I’ll take it. Hopefully they won’t be.

I grab my stuff and head out for the gym. Hubby hugs me goodbye, my skin crawls again, the guilt washes over me again and I leave. The first thing I do when I get out in the hallway is stick the iPod in my ears and turn it up as loud as it can go. It’s not loud enough to really drown them out but it helps. I turn it down as I get on and off busses because I hate to disturb other people. I know it’s annoying to hear someone’s music through their earphones and I try to be respectful of other people, but when I get to the terminal to switch busses I forget to turn it down as I’m getting on, and as I sit down I notice the driver is yelling.

She’s not just turned around to request that whoever has their music up please turn it down, she is actually yelling!

“Whoever has that on turn it the hell down or get the hell off my bus!”  Wow, she’s really angry. I discretely reach in my pocket and turn the volume down. She realizes it’s me and gives me a dirty look. “I’m sick of rude ass people,” she says, turning around to start the bus.

At this point the whole incident would be over for most people, but she continues to go on about it. She talks to herself and to some of the people sitting close to the front about how much it irritates her when people do that, all the while giving glances back in my direction once in a while. As my music is no longer on to drown out my imaginary assholes they chime in and start agreeing with her.

Of course she’s pissed off at her. Everyone fucking hates her. Look what she did. This is what happens when she leaves the house. They have to put up with her and look at her too. Yuck. She’s ruining everyone’s day.

It’s a ten minute hellish bus ride to the gym and my stop is coming up. I’m nervous now because I know I have to walk past the driver to get out and I just know she’s going to say something to me, I can just freakin’ feel it. It’s been ten minutes and she’s still seething. The bus stops, I get up and as I walk past her, sure enough she says, “the next time you do that I will kick you right off the bus. I’m so sick of rude ass people.”  I know she’s sick of rude ass people because she’s said it at least five times by now.

Now I know some of you are sitting there saying you would have told her off or what not, but what can you say? “I’m sorry, I just have it up so loud because I’m experiencing a bit of psychosis today. I’m hearing voices and sometimes loud music helps drown it out.”

Ha! No, you do NOT ever say that! I simply tell her I’m sorry.

I am sorry. I’m not trying to ruin anyone’s day or be rude, I’m just trying to get through mine.

Finally I’m at the gym. I swipe my key barcode thingy and go inside. The voices have a lot to say in here.  They hurl quite a few insults at me during the short walk from the door to the change room. When I get in the change room I go for the bathroom stall right away. I don’t have to use it, but I do have to cry.

She’s so pathetic, they say. I feel pathetic now. I’m 38 years old and hiding in a bathroom stall crying. It’s like elementary school all over again.

After ten minutes I pull myself together and head out onto the floor. I can play the iPod as loud as I want in here because everyone else is doing the same. Nobody gives a shit because they’d never hear your music over their own.

I blast the Foo Fighters for a solid hour. Dave Grohl is a great singer, but he’s also a great screamer and I’ve found their heavier stuff to be perfect for days like today.  I put, “White Limo” on repeat and on blast and work out for a solid hour. The assholes barely say anything. Either they figure it’s futile to try and be heard above the noise or they’re Foo Fighters fans too.

The moment I get off the machine and shut the iPod down they are back. I have a headache and I’m exhausted. I have to pick up some things at the grocery store though and luckily it’s in the same building as the gym. I head in and grab a little cart.

I go as quickly as I can because any time someone makes eye contact with me the assholes tell me it’s because they are disgusted to have to look at me. Apparently I’m so ugly I should just stay in the house forever. Oh, and I ruined everyone’s life by being born. I should not have been born because I upset the balance of things…they like that particular insult. They say it a LOT!

By the time I get to the counter and to the head of the line I am beginning to double over. The guilt is awful now. I swear to god I could not feel more guilt if I had murdered someone.  I feel like I am being eaten alive at this point.  The very nice lady at Sobeys asks me if I’m ok. I think that’s sweet. It’s rare to run into someone who would ask. I tell her I’m fine, I just came from the gym and probably pulled a muscle or something. I grab my bag and haul ass out of there. There’s a bus that will take me straight home if I can catch it and it’s coming in five minutes.

I just barely make it, thank god, because I don’t want to take a chance on going back to the terminal and running into that other bus driver. I keep the iPod off just to be safe. I don’t want to have any more encounters with strangers today. I’ve had enough.

I get home, put the groceries away and lie down. I should take a shower but I’m too exhausted. The assholes tell me what a horrible human being I am while I lay there, and then all of a sudden they shut up. They’re gone just as suddenly as they appeared this morning. It’s 1pm and I fall asleep.

At 2:30pm my son arrives home from school. He bounces on me, happy to see me after being in school all day. He asks for snacks, drinks. I’m too exhausted. Plus the second I opened my eyes, guess what?  If you’re still reading I don’t have to tell you who’s back. I tell him to go ask Daddy for his snack and I will see him at supper time.

My daughter comes home at 3pm. Tells me a few things about her day. She’s excited about something. She’s a great kid. I want to listen to her and hear what she has to say, but the assholes have just become too loud now. I tell her I love her and ask her to come wake me up at 4:30 so I can make supper. She agrees.

At 4:30 she wakes me again. I get up and make supper. Everyone asks, “What’s for supper?” I tell them. I don’t remember what it was but nobody seems happy with it. I feel guilty. I double over alone in the kitchen when nobody is looking with guilt. I feel so remorseful it’s almost crushing me now.

I feed everyone. After supper I sit in the living room. This would be a great time for most people, but not for me, not today.  The TV is on and those people are talking, the computer is going and someone is watching YouTube, my Dad’s TV is going and my daughter’s TV is on in the distance.  My assholes are still talking too.

It’s at this point I seriously rethink the Seroquel. At least if I can’t stop the noise in my house I can be unconscious. I decide against that and go hide in the bathroom. I sit there for ten minutes listening to the assholes criticize me. They’ve started with the name calling now which is always super awesome. The “C” word is thrown around liberally.  I realize I haven’t had a shower yet.

I grab some clothes and a towel and stay in there as long as I can. The shower helps a bit. The assholes don’t exactly go away but they’re a bit quieter.

It’s about 6pm now. I ask my daughter if I can have her room for a little bit. She agrees, although she is slightly annoyed. We live in a two bedroom apartment and I have no room of my own to get away. I lay down.

Everyone can see I’m not having a great day at this point. They know something is wrong but they don’t know what. I’m left alone for about two hours, until it’s time to put my son to bed. I give him a snack and send him in. Then I put the iPod back in my ears, more Foo Fighters, and do the dishes.

At 9:30 pm is when my Dad heads to bed. I say goodnight to him. It’s really only the second time I’ve talked to him today. More guilt. The TV is on and it’s loud. I ask my husband to turn it down, he gets annoyed but does it anyway. I don’t blame him, it wasn’t that loud but between that and the assholes I just want a little more quiet. The TV stays on until 11:30 and by that time I’m shaking.

Finally it’s dark, it’s quiet and the assholes seem to be petering out a bit. This is my time to write. I open my latest thing I’m working on. It’s a dystopian future tale that I’m really loving. I was having fun writing it last night and I knew when I stopped exactly where I’d pick it up this night. My goal is 1000 words a day.

I sit.

I get about 150 words. I should be impressed that I got anything at all, but still, it feels like a failure. I shut the whole thing down hoping tomorrow will be better.

I lay down on the couch. They’re not talking too much now. Still definitely there but not enough to keep me awake, thankfully. Sometimes they do that. I’m totally exhausted and I fall asleep hoping tomorrow will be better.

Luckily…it is.

Jessica MacIntyre was born in Sydney, Nova Scotia and raised in the tiny rural community of Soldiers Cove. A habitual daydreamer, MacIntyre was sent to the principal’s office many times during her school years for not paying attention in class. In 1998 she moved to Dartmouth, Nova Scotia with her husband and began writing seriously a few years later. Her first novel, “The Vampires of Soldiers Cove” is available now on Amazon and is the first in the “Vampire Island” series. MacIntyre has also published a work of Paranormal Erotica titled, “The Slave Queen“, also for sale on Amazon.

She lives in Dartmouth, Nova Scotia with her husband and two children.

Check out Jessica on Facebook!
Like Jessica on Amazon!
Become a Fan on GoodReads!


10 thoughts on “Guest Post by Jessica Macintyre ~ A Day With Psychosis

  1. Guest Post – “A Day With Psychosis”
    Is this a real life post of how the writer genuinely feels or is this an example of writing in a first person narrative?

    If it is genuine…the writer is oppressed by spiritual beings from the outside but those beings are also invasive. The only relief from this kind of oppression comes from forgiving & being forgiven.

    If you don’t mind the use of the term “spiritual pest control” any of us can be plagued by these pests but there is a way to drive them away and keep them
    from invading your thoughts and effecting your life. Praise & Worship music is very effective in repelling their
    vicious grasp. It is a healing barrier that these hateful, negative beings can’t stand to be around.

    Praise & Worship music provides a loving, thankful, appreciative thought process that focuses on a higher power who is worthy of affection and loves us so much that we are made worthy of affection too.

    There is no room or place left for the demonic dimension when the ears, mind and heart are filled with what is
    good, honest, pure, lovely and praiseworthy.

    When you are free from those pesky
    thoughts for awhile, you realize they were never your own. It is much easier to resist, reject and shut those things up when you don’t accept them as your own.

  2. Hi there Mimikt,
    I am Jessica MacIntyre, the writer of this blog post. It is not an example of writing in the first person narrative. I have a real mental illness called, Psychotic Depression. It has nothing to do with anything spiritual or religious, it has to do with the fact that I have a malfunctioning brain. I understand that we all see the world through the filter of our own experiences and beliefs, but when you speak like that to someone suffering from a real illness it diminishes it. Trust me, if I could pray it away I would. Thanks for responding.

  3. Hi Jessica,

    I thought that your post sounded too real to be fiction but just in case I didn’t want to
    sound like I was clueless.

    I used to have thoughts that I thought were mine…my own brain thinking, analyzing.

    They were along the line of that person doesn’t like you, they are looking at you funny, talking about you etc. It was so much at times that I didn’t want to be around certain groups of people even though the group was quite large and we both know that 400-500 people are not all thinking about how much they don’t like you and talking about you etc. I visited a friend’s church during that time and the pastor asked if anyone was feeling like they were getting sick to come forward. I was always tired raising 5 children, I didn’t get breaks when they went off to school because I was homeschooling. Anyway, when he prayed for me he spoke to a spirit of rejection and a spirit of false responsibility (guilt can be projected from this “false responsibility” thing”) and he told these beings to leave in the name of Jesus with authority…kind of like a policeman would speak to you if you were breaking the law.

    I went home not noticing anything different except maybe feeling a little lighter.
    2 months later a thought popped into my head “that person doesn’t like you” but it was more oriented from the outside instead of the inside and I knew immediately that it was not my thought and I was able to resist it. So those thoughts do not plague me anymore. They attempt every now and then to resurface but it is so much easier to get rid of them now that I don’t believe them anymore.

    The truth (when experienced and believed) does set you free.

    so, to those outside and inside voices of rejection, abusive, guilt, self loathing, and condemnation that are harassing Jessica McIntyre…Leave her, go back to the pit from where you came because Jesus has already paid her for freedom, healing and
    mental well being. Holy Spirit of the Living God please come and fill Jessica McIntyre’s mind, soul and body giving her access to hear the voice of her Loving Creator. Cause the former things in her life to pass away and all things to become new from this day forward.


    I agree with God that you will have new and bold authority over all the thoughts in your life and you will be able to help others gain their freedom and enjoy their lives again. The gifts and calling of God are irrevocable!

    • I am happy you have found something that has worked for you, although if you are experiencing voices I would recommend having a serious talk with your doctor as part of what you do to treat it. Mental illness is a medical condition the same as diabetes or heart disease, the brain is sick and needs medical treatment. This is what I’m trying to draw attention to, a medical condition, not a spiritual one. Thanks again.

      • Jessica,

        Your blog describes terrible emotional pain. I would like to help you just like the passage below says other people helped each other. So I am pointing you to Jesus, who the scriptures say is able and willing to heal all diseases regardless of their source, medical conditions are included.

        Jesus was going throughout all Galilee, teaching in their synagogues and proclaiming the good news of his kingdom, and healing every kind of disease and every kind of sickness among the people. The news about Him spread throughout all Syria; and they brought to Him all who were ill, those suffering with various diseases and pains, demoniacs, epileptics, paralytics; and He healed them. (Matt 4:23-24)

        This is a message from another world, another time and place and yet the writer claims to be timeless. Words that transcend all barriers.

      • Thank you for sharing your love of Jesus however this is not the appropriate place for witnessing any form of religious practice. Jessica is clearly not interested in being brought to Jesus. Thank you doll but please refrain from posting these kinds of comments on my blog. I would appreciate it.

  4. Jessica,
    How would it be to ride that bus with the feeling of God being with you? sitting in the seat next to you. What if you had this song playing in your headphones? There is no need to play it loud…it won’t offend anyone. God’s voice is so soothing, calming. it doesn’t have to be loud. Those two voices that talk about you won’t hang around while this is playing…try it.

    Song Title – Your Love Never Fails

    Artist Name – Newsboys

    Album – God’s Not Dead

    Nothing can separate
    Even if I run away
    Your love never fails
    I know I still make mistakes
    You have new mercy for me everyday
    Cause Your love never fails
    You stay the same through the ages
    Your love never changes
    There may be pain in the night
    But joy comes in the morning

    The wind is strong and the water’s deep
    But I’m not alone here in these open seas
    Cause Your love never fails
    The chasm is far too wide
    I never thought I’d reach the other side
    But Your love never fails

    You stay the same through the ages
    Your love never changes
    There may be pain in the night
    But joy comes in the morning

    And when the oceans rage
    I don’t have to be afraid
    Because I know that You love me
    Your love never fails

    You make all things work together for my good
    No, you never fail me

  5. Mental illness is a real and treatable disease. Some forms may or may not be curable but with help through doctors and therapists it can be managed. I applaud anyone who struggles to balance their symptoms in the least invasive ways so that they may participate in life. I think Jessica’s writing simply brings to light that you never know what a person is struggling with and you should treat every person with kindness.

  6. Pingback: Why the World Needs Writers and Introverts | The Seal of Oblivion

Comment Below!

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s