my dad has schizophrenia. days and times just sort of blended together for him and he ended up taking 2.5 weeks of clonazepam, rouvastatin, quetiapine and benzapin in 3 days. he's very lucky to be alive but he's super fukked up now...he's talking to imaginary people and he has no idea what date or time it is.
damn bruh that's crucial as fukk,can't even imagine what level of Dante's Hades that he ran through..
eye twas a psych major in school&had bad manic depression/anxiety,and the such,one time i had a particular bad case,combined with little sleep,booze,trees,and whatever else i forgot and went to try and get some emergency benzo to calm down/sleep and the fukkin brilliant pinhead pipsqueek pissant put me on an anti-schizo shyt(i don't remember 100% which one but i think it twas Risperdal,and since i went through the hassle&effort to get them and i'm a psychonaut/curious cat anyways i took one,shyt is mad cliche to say but it really made me feel like a zombie,felt all sorts of confused,disjointed,and lethargic,but not a calm tranquil one like a benzo or opiate,kinda like i imbibed a roofie/embalming fluid cocktail,i twas at the librariodicals and couldn't focus on reading,and i'm the type of cat who could read on booms/el ess dee/trees/etc..
anyhow,hold your head bruhdeini&i wish your pops well,wouldn't wish that kind of shyt on anyone but an illuminazi or pedophile..
