So post-psychosis, people are never quite the same with you again.

I have learned this the hard way. I was treated like a monster by someone whom I thought loved me (erotomania, seems like, although that's still a hard pill to swallow because he directly told me otherwise at one point--but that's just a memory not solidified in reality, and it's a delusion at this point).

Psychotic delusions are so very hard to explain, especially when you get slapped with the "crazy" label and left to die. An abject, disposable item--not even worth talking to.

(Sorry for oversharing, your comment really resonated and brought forth a lot that I didn't want to confront. I appreciate your words.)