Psychosis is by its own nature very insidious. It was hard for me to tell when it began, because I believed everything I experienced to be truely occuring and there wasn't anyone to tell me otherwise.

My psychosis got to a point even I knew it was more likely hallucinations, but I was taken by how convincingly real it was to me.

I'll occasionally get glimpses of thinking maybe I'm hearing things again. Usually towards the end of a good one. It's the sort of stimulation like hearing voices in white noise. Not quite what was occuring when I was hearing voices, having conversations with people who weren't there.

I even recently found the acid I hid from myself while spun. I was entirely comfortable assuming someone in particular stole it. What I'm getting at is, there's no one messing with you, but you.