Day 7
He leaned back and stared at the ceiling, the feeling of dizziness overwhelming him. Pieces of images turned and moved, going in and out of existence as he looked at the texture of the ceiling presented before him. The straight blinds behind him curved and skewed, creating an imperfect arc. Everything slowed down, but the feelings of dizziness continued. The images stopped their motion and left themselves as a man looking away from him in defiance. He hadn’t felt like this in a long time, not since they had upped the dosage of his Abilify. Maybe his body was getting used to it. It did always seem to happen like that when it came to his antipsychotics. At least he wasn’t hearing voices. “At least”. Had it finally been drilled into his head that auditory hallucinations were bad for him? No. It was just a momentary lapse of judgment. He longed to have sounds with his visuals. Like it had been before.
