Drug Psychosis

I was hearing voices, it felt like I was being observed, I was seeing unusual things & it felt like there was a presense approaching me. I was in realisation my life was out of control, I had a so called boyfriend emotionally abusing me. My belief in myself disappeared, I was ashamed & felt guilty. I could not afford my methamphetamine addiction & pay for essential needs. I had fallen into a hole & could not get out. I was functioning but I was gone, like a zombie, completely exhausted mentally. Lost, scared & no idea how I was going to get back to me. I had lost my relationship with my children. My drug addiction was my priority on my mind. I needed help to sort my life out, I couldn't escape the situation, I didn't know how. I wanted to get better, I wanted me back. I couldn't find a solution that would help me. I knew I had to stop my drug addiction, it was going to be the only way out of this horrible situation. I visited my local GP & informed her of my drug addiction. I cried when I told her my children had to have pasta & tomato sauce for dinner. My daughter shouted at me when will you be a real mother. My brother said I had to get off the methamphetamine. The voices were following me, attacking me, threatening me & telling me things they were observing. Making me aware they were there. Making themselves more important then me. They wouldn't leave me alone, kept trying to make me tolerate them, demanding my attention. It was like an experiment was being conducted on me. They wanted me to believe in them, acting as if they could help me. The voices were trying to change me, they were voicing how they could make me a better person. Interviews were happening around me, they were talking to each other about me. They were saying they were talking to my friends & family when they came to visit, commenting on what my friends & family were thinking. They were making me aware of what they thought of me, judging me, stating they were better then me. One day I was having a shower & their was a presence of an investigator taking notes & observing how I was reacting to the voices being there. They were trying to make me feel comfortable with them being there. They were trying to voice to me, they were comfortable with me & needed me around. They kept returning even though I didn't want them around, they were burdening me, making the whole situation harder to cope with. I asked for help & I became more incapable with them being there. They were not there to help me in anyway, they couldn't help, they didn't really want to. They violated me in the worst way thinkable. The voices would state they would confuse me, allowing me to think it wasn't really happening. They wanted belief in them, but act as if it wasn't real. They were trying to get closer, more involved in my thoughts. The voices were trying to figure out the way I thought, a plan to change my way of thinking. It felt like they wanted me to give full control of me to them. They were increasing the disbelief I had in myself. I was followed by a couple of men & I could hear them talking about me, I was really anxious. My so called boyfriend had been harassing me all day, I needed to leave my house. I couldn't handle the voices & being observed & followed. I spent the night at a friends house & the next day the police called me saying mental health was looking for me. A psychiatrist & a nurse came & picked me up from my house, I was admitted as a patient.