By the Author / Source: abuaram.site
It has been more than six months since I started taking my psychiatric medication. I feel remarkably better, and the concentration of mood-stabilizing medication in my blood is within a good range. I take my medication regularly three times a day at the maximum suggested dosage ever since. Thanks to this, my mind is in a very good place; my intelligence, creativity, focus, learning capacity, and memory are remarkably strong. I have overcome many symptoms of my illness, returned to being a well-rounded person, and gained a profound sense of inner peace recently.
I have also managed to maintain my physical weight and fitness throughout this period. I stuck to my diet and lost even more weight, shedding nearly 34 kilograms during this time. I am no longer in the obesity range and am very close to reaching a completely normal weight. This is deeply important to me because I value my fitness and my body, especially since many previous psychiatric medications caused weight gain and ruined all of that.
There are good treatments in this world, and my current treatment is excellent. There are also many bad treatments, which a foolish psychiatrist might prescribe for you—like the doctor at the mental facility I used to stay at in Bethlehem. These current medications were ones I discovered and selected during different periods of my life, prescribing them to myself six months ago after much struggling with medications.
I also enjoy drinking alcohol on a weekly basis. I drink regularly while resting for several days during the week. Alcohol feels like a gift and a great pleasure in this dull, routine life; as a human, it is difficult for me to live without the pleasure of altering consciousness, escaping reality for a bit, and unwinding.
I also discovered that I am not merely a psychiatric patient whose spiritual experiences are entirely tied to their mind and schizophrenia. I am both a patient and, at the same time, in a spiritual state. Although my mind, if left without medication, shifts into a supernatural state of activity—perceiving hidden, extraordinary dimensions of our world, the mind’s untapped capabilities, and the energy of the soul unseen in our everyday reality—I cannot harness this activity. It exhausts me severely; my body falls ill along with my mind, leaving me in the grip of madness. If left unmanaged for too long, I might require months in a psychiatric hospital to restore my mind to normal, or something irreversible might happen to my brain.
Even now, I have not lost this spiritual dimension. I speak with spirits from time to time and see flashing lights pointing toward me, conclusively confirming the existence of hidden dimensions on Earth—that hidden spiritual entities live among us, read thoughts, and know every human secret across the globe.
What is the difference between me and a prophet or saint blessed with a spiritual gift, when I possess this quality in my soul, mind, and destiny? The distinction is that I am not a prophet, and they do not intend for me to be one. They simply interact playfully with me, protect my life, and reveal things that pertain solely to my personal journey. Because they never guide me toward evil, it means they are angelic entities of light and goodness, not demonic ones.
In the end, I am happy with my current achievement through my effective medication. I want to stay on my medication forever and never quit. I have had enough of my repeated attempts to stop; it became clear that my mind becomes very ill without it and that I cannot function without it. It would be unfair to put myself through the severe toll of quitting, as doing so only causes me great harm. Medications are not so bad—they are good and helpful, so there is no need to worry about them. Things are vastly better with them. I am a normal human being with a sound, healthy mind, and I can live a much better life with them.
