When I had my psychosis I had been up for 3 days and had no sleep after beeing at a festival using MDMA and cocaine over 12 hours. It started with hearing voices and over the course of the 3rd day I saw people watching me when i tried to sleep, I heard my roommates talking about me loudly and laughing and basically saying 100% of bad shit they could. My coworkers showed up and joined in in the shittalking.

I thought they had cameras and were watching me. I saw what I thought was a nigerian assassin in the shadows hahaha. It was soooooo crazy. The assassin was outside my door, tryign to get in. I blocked it with doors/chairs and threw like 800$ out my window, that fucker wasnt getting my cash. I continued this fight uintil my roomates woke up and found me so fucked up. We worked at the same place, being expats in an African country, I convinced trhem I was fine and they left. It was a scheme I figured, by them, so i had to lie.

During the day I saw stuff on the walls, I heard people talk in my head which I guess I just somhow, not exactly remember, was like a chip that was implanted because whatever. This is really like dizzy and i dont remember this part 100%, but I know I thought the building was gonna explode as a reaction of the assassin failing. I screamed, my roommate had come home at this point and he was blocking me telling me I need help right now. I was like, no you dont understand, the building will blow up, dont block my exit and I grabbed a knife to force my way through. Luckily, when my 2nd roommate came home, I calmed down. I agreed to go to the hospital. I ended up their for two days, and a prescription of diazepam. Then I moved back home and have been addicted to opiates as a way to push down the PTSD and stuff after that. I purposefully excluded a bunch of shit that happened that 24 hours peak of the psychosis, because i cant think about it without having a panic attack. I cant deal with it.