Some have told me that it is possible that the shadow being I saw was possibly a consequence of clinical depression - ie when one is so low that you can't get up, you may start imagining things. I don't know if I agree with that. Because the first time I saw a shadow being I wasn't too depressed - in fact, the first time it happened (1998), I was a leader in my university, about to go to sleep, when I sensed another being in my room. I became paranoid, and looked towards my door, when I saw the shadows. I leaped into bed, and, within moments, I felt a sensation pushing me down. The more I struggled to get up, the more the being pushed down. Then I stopped breathing (or so I think) for a minute or so.
Since then, I felt increasingly that I was being watched or followed. I believed that people around me were a threat, and that I was always being judged. In 2000, I went into a severe depression (suicidal). This was caused in part by the fact that the shadows had become permanent (I experienced mine as a single being, covered with a dark cloak and piercing eyes). Unlike 1998, though, I started to hear this being speak to me (but never loud, always softly). I was only certain that I was hearing voices when I came out of a stupor to find a breadknife in my hand, and my wrists bleeding - I was acting on what the voice was telling me to do. This freaked me out, of course!
I was fortunate to have the lady who is now my wife with me through most of these (and other) experiences. I tried explaining this to my Mom, but she became angry, and told me to stop being crazy (!). The seroquel is also prescribed for peeps with BP, but its dominant function is to treat sz. The psych says I'm NOT sz, but I'm concerened that, having clearly had a symptomatic sz episode in 1998 and especially 2000, what if I have a relapse? I have not taken the medication (prescribed 4 months ago), and the symptoms are becoming worse now - almost suddenly? I am as depressed as I was in 2000, and I am suspicious of everyone. I am often angry, and no longer know who I am. I am petrified of my future, and, although I still have the prescription slip, I am afraid of rejection, and what others will think if I'm on such medication (especially my Mom, who relies on me - she's also depressed). But I have a constant LOUD humming noise always in my mind, have begun staring catatonically for hours at a time, and keep looking over my back, expecting to be harmed. I'm not really seeing images at the moment, but have thought that the lampshade had become a human being (although I realised after a while it was what it is!). Any suggestions? And advice on the seroquel? (I'm afraid of side effects too)
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