I open my eyes but my vision is obscured by hallucinations.
The sun may be shining but I see grey shapes
Luring me into a puddle of darkness and insecurity.
I want to close my eyes, yet to my surprise,
Even when they are closed my hallucinations follow me.
I see the food prepared and my mind tells me it is poison.
I yearn for relief, yet the viewing is bleak oh when will the medication kick.
in.
Hiding from the world so they don't see,
All the things I battle with that they won't understand.
Psychosis is a wild ride, and yes while I do hide,
It fascinates me. If the world understood it I feel they
Would abstain from substance abuse.
I was born with it and would not wish it on my worst enemy.
About the Creator
Sid Aaron Hirji
Canadian born man who finds literature and science equally fascinating. Trauma bleeds through generations, words heal the hidden scars.
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Comments (17)
Your writing helps humanize something many people misunderstand or fear. This piece feels important.
A very intense piece. Because I have experienced difficult situations with people in my close circle, here you describe great truths. I got goosebumps and my stomach tightened. Bravo for your courage. :)
Sid, this piece captures the raw, unsettling reality of psychosis with striking honesty. The way you balance vivid imagery with vulnerability invites deep empathy and awareness.
It takes great courage to share something like this.
I love this, my friend. As a bipolar who also has epileptic seizures, this hits hard. I especially love <<oh when will the medication kick. in.> I hope you are well. ⚡💙 Bill ⚡
The wold became a place where people make us feel like there's something wrong with us if we aren't like everyone else. "Normal" as what they call it. But I think we have depression and metal and emotional health problems because the world is sick and we can't find any other way to cope with it. I'm sorry that you have to go through hard times and feel like you have to hide. 🖤 You're very strong and I find it admirable that you speak about this - that's what we need more of if we want people to understand more. And I hope writing also helps you to digest your feelings and thoughts (for me it does). You're not alone. 🖤
Thank you for sharing this raw and honest glimpse into something most people can't imagine. Your words bring clarity to a misunderstood reality. You’re not alone — and your voice matters deeply.
I know your writing ha a very serious message-- but your irony/ humour is lovely-- specifically.. .I was born with it.
You are not alone Sid, i think we all have a bit of trauma, some way more than others. I never understood substance abuse, it is so rampant...it seems to be everywhere. But I am happy you can identify and compartmentalize so you stay strong. Prescription meds...ugh...I have to take heart meds for life my doc says. Whether it does more good than harm. Some things are what they are - unavoidable...we just have to cope best we can. You are here writing and sharing...be strong and of good courage as AD say below. Hugs 🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗
Most medicines heal one part of your body but harms another, your struggles will not define you Sid, you have to ignore the outside world and focus on your within, your strength which has carried you this far. We are all rooting for you. be strong and of good courage.
I reread your poem because after reading some of the other comments I realized that I missed the point you were trying to get across about prescription drugs. Sometimes they do more harm than help. I found in many instances with anti-psychotic drugs less is better. They definitely help but they can’t be overdone and when that happens it is not good. Thank you for this very important and eye-opening poem.
Mental illness is very hard to live with. My mom deals with Major Depressive Disorder which causes psychosis. It is not an easy life. I feel for you, Sid. Keep on writing it is good therapy. It’s good to get those thoughts out. Thank you for sharing.
This must be tough to live with and it must be even harder seeing people who go out and willingly abuse substances. Thanks for sharing your experience.
Thought-provoking!!! Awesome!!!
Great poem
Great poem Sid. It brings an interesting perspective I've never really thought about before as well... People chase things that others try to escape from. I guess that happens a lot since no one can truly experience what others experience.
Gosh I've never paused to think how a person born with it might feel about all these people who abuse substance. Your poem was eye opening!