I went to the hospital in shambles because a person who asked me to record a Podcast with him in 2010 sold our work without addressing me. So in 2015 there was Rick & Morty, BoJack Horseman, Comedy Bang! Bang!, and Brad Neely's Harg Nallin' Sclopio Peepio all contained full segments we improvised together.

So I go in hospital talking about wanting to kill myself from the anguish it caused me, and the nurse comes at me with "you didn't use Skype, Oprah uses Skype." So I started ripping out my hair and they strapped me to the bed.

They prescribed me Invega. It caused seizures and voices to occur. I was released with the pills, and I had Abad moment on my parents couch where I wasn't able to stop my leg from shaking, and I got a pseudo-visual hallucination where if I closed my eyes I envisioned four 3' tall aliens shaking me.

I went back in to request a medical change, and they wouldn't let me out unless I accepted the Invega injection. It's meant to last a month. I didn't want it, but my mom told me to just take it so I could "get the hell out" of there.

I end up getting really bad convulsions, where I try to hold onto something to stay upright, but I would occasionally black out and fall. The one time I was shaking my head so much I cut open my scalp on the floor.

Cut to a few months later, my psychiatrist claims I need these injections because I had a history of skipping my pills. This was not true, as I did take my pills. I just didn't like how they reacted.

Long story short, I've had voices consistently since 2017, but for the past two years and two months I've been taking Clopixol, which gives me more control over my thoughts and actions, and Abilify, which quiets the voice at the back of my head. I can still make out voices in white noise that are directed at me, but the single conversation that began in 2017 ended in February-ish 2023 because of Clopixol.

Good luck, and if you're well, don't let them medicate you for a problem you don't have.