Loosing Touch

Date: 9/29/2020

At the start I realized there was something wrong with me, I was paranoid and schizophrenic. I was seeing and hearing things that others couldn’t and I was constantly paranoid. At the start I knew this, and tried to get help. I would hear voices on the radio when it was off and walls would simply disappear and be replaced by nothing, just an empty black void. I knew I was declining, and every time something like this happened I would become a bit more out of touch. No one believed me and would help me. At a certain point, I lost the ability to think about getting help for myself, I no longer could conceptualize the idea of getting help for my self. I kept deteriorating. More objects being replaced by the void, and me becoming more out of touch with reality. Yet this entire time I kept living a normal life, going to school, etc. Then one day while eating lunch in the cafeteria, my name was yelled by someone, but I could no longer recognize it as being mine. My “disease” in this dream had won, and I lost all control. I lost control of my body and fell to the floor, people gathering around me. Then one by one they were replaced by the void, until everything was the void, and my concept of life and thought ceased as well, and although physically I still existed, mentally I was non existent.