The neighbours are trying to fill up my room with smoke to kill me

“When I was younger I had some behavioural issues, tiny things, that made my parents concerned about my mental health. So they took me to various clinics and tried different tests and therapies before the doctors advised putting me on medication when I was about fifteen. I was on that for nine or ten years. It worked well, but then I met a guy, who I’m still with, and I decided to try to come off from them. What they don’t tell you about coming off of these things is all the side effects. I developed severe anxiety which is coupled up with a specific attention to my health. I was in the doctors every second week with psychosomatic symptoms. My paranoia had my chopping and changing my doctor after they acquired my mental health record. The pain was very real to me and I needed them to take me seriously. I would get all these crazy hallucinations, like I couldn’t walk too close to a wall in case if I would trip and cut my head and bleed to death, or that the neighbours are trying to fill up my room with smoke to kill me.

These thoughts were very real to me. I was also a bit arrogant towards the doctors because I’m a psychology student and I have a diploma in cognitive behaviour therapy, so I was my own patient in a way. But then I think fate came into play. I randomly met a girl in a bookshop and we both had an anxiety attack at the same time. We couldn’t help but laugh at the situation. We went for drinks that evening after work, and I quickly discovered she had something very similar. We spent the whole night swapping our bizarre stories and laughing about them. Laughing at anxiety is the best medication I could ask for. We’ve been friends for three years now, and you wouldn’t believe half the stories we’ve accumulated between the both of us. I’m studying towards being a therapist, and hope to employ the ‘laughing’ cure to my patients. Anxiety is terrifying. Laughing makes the demon not so scary anymore.”