Is there anything more kiked than the concept of Schizophrenia?

The kikes overdiagnose it as a result of their own psychological dysfunction. It's called projecting. They see their own fears and weakness on those they try to diagnose… and by that merit, likely cause even more harm.

Go back to reddit. You simply just have to avoid going to a shrink. If you had a pair of balls, you'd never listen to their propaganda and just not put yourself in their control.

First one is a shill, second is retarded, third is possible friendly fire.

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The origin of consciousness in the bicameral mind is a very entertaining read and research on schizophrenia is prominent in the opening. Go check it out.

ok kid

pt 1.
In the last year I've had to watch one of my best friends endure early onset Schizophrenia. It started about a year after he began experimenting with LSD. He started to get all "spiritual" with crystals and all that nonsense, started referring to himself as a Buddhist, started doing past life regression meditations, attended Burning Man a couple of times, and began spewing all of the leftist garbage typical of that sphere. The whole thing seemed semi-harmless and kind of laughable at the time so I just kind of brushed it off.

Then he started to change.

He's always trusted me so he started to confide with me about stuff that even he knew sounded crazy. He started to take ayy lmaos super serious. Told me that he thought he could communicate with them if he looked at the stars long enough. Then he started to talk about how he was "remembering" things from earlier in his life and his past life. He began asking me about events that never happened, convinced that I was there and wasn't being truthful with him. It made me a little nervous but I always set him straight and calmed him down. Then he began to claim that he could hear the thoughts of those around him, stating that it came in waves and wasn't predictable. I of course thought he was a little bit crazy at this point.

pt 2.

Around this time he started sending weird text messages to myself and a couple of friends. Some were accusing us of hiding the "truth" from him while others seemed borderline suicidal. I had lunch with two of his roommates to get their opinion on his general demeanor. They said that he had gotten pretty quiet and had started taking solo hikes into the mountains behind their house a couple of nights a week. He'd leave the house around 9 and then show back up in the 3-4am range. I thought this was strange so I decided to ask him about it. His reply was "I'm preparing the ship to go home" but I couldn't get more out of him than that. I contacted his mother after this and just let her know that he wasn't doing very well but didn't really go into details. It was at this time I started to limit my interactions with him because of some shit going on in my personal life that needed attention and I really couldn't handle the level of crazy he was throwing at me.

Fast forward a couple of weeks and he's at my house telling me about how "they stole it". When I questioned him further he said that the Army had stolen his spaceship and hidden it inside a mountain at a nearby military base. He accused me of helping them and accused me of hiding the key from him (what… the… fuck.jpg). Told him that I can't talk to him anymore if he's going to accuse me of shit and basically cut him off. Refused to answer his calls for a week and then he stopped trying.

pt. 3

Fast forward 3 months. Laying in bed latenight watching Hooktube and I get a message on Snapchat. What appears to be a goodbye message he thanked me for being his friend and then said he's going to get his ship back. By the tone of the message he's dead serious. Contact his roommates to see what the fucks up and they say that he spent a bunch of time loading duffle bags into his car and "went to the woods" about an hour ago. I go into panic mode and start contacting his family. They've all received goodbye messages as well and are freaking out. I start telling his brother where I think he might of gone (the trailhead near my friends house) and he hops in the car to drive over and see if he's still there. I head over to his Mom's house to pick her up and see if he's talked to her about anything. Maybe we can piece together what he's about to do.

At this point I'm thinking he's going to hike up into the woods and an hero with his pistol. Freaking out because however crazy he's acting he's still a lifelong friend that I care about.

Pull up into his Mom's and try to talk with her (she's hysterical naturally). This isn't going anywhere so I decide to call the cops and let them know that he's missing, appears to be suicidal, might be heading to the local military base, and his car info / description.

Brother calls — Friend is not at the trailhead but there's fresh tiretracks in the snow meaning he was there within the last hour.

All we can do is wait for what seemed like weeks.

My friend's Mom's house phone rings and she acts like she's getting good and bad news. Says she'll be right there and hangs up. Ask her what happened and she says the cops have him in custody and are taking him to the hospital. Now I'm relieved but worried at the same time. Ask her if she wants me to come with her and she politely declines and says she'll call me tomorrow when she knows more.

Drive home and spend the rest of the night wide awake, mind going a gorrilion miles an hour. Finally get a call from his Mom around noon the next day. He's booked into the psych ward at the local hospital. The cops pulled him over on the Interstate 20 miles from the before mentioned military base. When asked what he was doing he said that he's on his way to the base to get his property back. His car was loaded down with 5000 rounds of 7.62x39, two AK's, and three 10mm pistols.

This motherfucker was driving to a military base to shoot his way in and get his spaceship back. Clinical definition of CRAZY AF.

Later find out that he's been diagnosed as a Schizophrenic and he has to spend a couple months in the hospital.

When he finally gets out he's a shell of who he once was. Drugged up and by all means lifeless. I've tried to continue being his friend but he's just not the kid I grew up with anymore so it's tough. From time to time he will still tell me that he hears a voice in his head that tells him to do bad things but he doesn't listen to it because it's "a dick".

However kiked it may be, there are people who genuinely suffer from this shit so don't just brush it off as nonsense.

Here's the real kicker though: they didn't take his guns away.

OP is such a retard I cant even begin to put it into words

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Turning Ashkenazi, think I'm turning Ashkenazi, really think so!
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