February 2011

Bipolar Disorder and Delusions

Separating Psychotic Beliefs from Reality


Last week, every time I went outside, it started to rain just slightly. More of a sprinkle than a downpour, but the drops would literally start at the very moment that I walked outside. I was in a strange sort of mood and started reflecting on how much my timing was off with the weather and how maybe it involved a strange coincidence, but didn’t go so far as to think that I controlled the weather patterns.