I think it happens in stages. Perceptions get distorted and for a while, before you are very far down the slope, you still know that the distortions are distortions. That the voices aren't real, but you hear them anyways, and at first the voice is your own voice and you don't know if it's your own thoughts or what. (And the irony is, that it ALL is...). That for instance your hand doesn't really have a face on it, but it seems like it, anyways. Or that the sofa or church pew is not actually projecting your thoughts at you, but it seems like it, anyways.
And its a twilight zone of trying to cope, while you are still on your way down that slope into being totally out of touch with reality.
And everyone around you is normal, and you are huddling under a table...literally.
Of course, I don't know for sure.
I'm just the mom.
Please pray for us. We are moving this week and my daughter is NOT doing well. Do we run to the doc here, or do we expedite getting her seen by someone ASAP in our new town???? Both?
O Lord Jesus Christ, have mercy on her. And on us. I pray that she NOT need to be hospitalized. Amen.
And now I take a deep breath and remind myself that worry is NOT a superpower.