Schizophrenia: my psychic connection to the universe

Jared is the guest on Mental Health Talk this week.  This regular MHT contributor and webmaster of shares some of the psychic episodes he experienced when he was schizophrenic and what this connection had come to mean in his life.

An excerpt from the post:

I’d like to frame these experiences while keeping a certain question in mind.  Did I simply misperceive delusions or were these psychic events truly occurring for me?  Even now, I cannot say one way or the other, and I understand that that is the nature of schizophrenic delusions.  What I can do is lay out the order of events, internal and external, and let you, the reader, make your own informed decision.

I also find it important to spend the time to wonder if it even matters if the experiences actually happened.  Does the validity of the event have any impact on the effect it had for me personally?  Should I care about the truth when the result was a beneficial feeling of connectedness with the universe, love, and the divine?  Perhaps I’m not meant to know the facts, but only taste the wonderful fruit of an increased wonder and magic in my life.

To read more, please visit and while you’re there,  we would really appreciate hearing from you in the comments about what you feel have been psychic experiences during your journey with mental health issues.

Thank you and much love to you,


Paper dolls: a story of early-onset OCD and acceptance

NellyOne of my featured posts this week is by Neurotic Nelly and her experience with OCD.

Nelly writes:

“At four years old it was said that I had OCD. I was a paper doll. I was small and fragile. I was easy to bend and easy to tear.  A gentle breeze could fold me in half. I was afraid. I felt pain so much more deeply than others my age. I was afraid of germs. I was afraid of death. I was afraid of everything. I had intrusive thoughts and images. I had phobias and fears. As I grew my voice inside my head grew. As I aged the voice in my head lurked. Telling me horrible things. It spit it’s lies in my ear. You are worthless. You are crazy. You are stupid and ugly and no one will ever accept you. Time went on, every year adding a layer of paper and pretty bits of string to my paper doll.”

Find out how Nelly learns to accept herself with OCD and her perspective on mental illness by visiting the original post at

Thank you.