Chapter 63 Chapter 10 Spiritual Hell

Human life exists alone in the vast universe, which seems like a magical accident.In a short life, man can achieve today's glory completely relying on his own spirit that transcends all things on earth.But we also have to admit that the spirit that brings us all the glory of human beings is sometimes fragile, and sometimes even distorted. Psychosis is the result of the distortion of the human mind.While new psychiatric medicine continues to invent more and more effective antipsychotics, the reality is that mental illness is poorly understood, leading to severe stigma against those unfortunate enough to suffer from it.I hope that by showing the truth about mental illness to people here, at least it can help everyone understand mental illness, so as to eliminate the inexplicable fear of mental illness.

The Silence of the Lambs People's biggest fear of mental illness is actually from the gratuitous rendering of movies.The ogre in the movie cannot exist in the real world.When I say that it cannot exist, I don't mean to completely deny the possibility of this symptom.In fact, this symptom exists symbolically in human instinct.Going back to the ancient times in the wilderness, the tragedy of cannibalism may have been staged every day, but this ancient memory has gradually settled at the bottom of the collective subconscious of mankind as the years passed.In modern society, the high development of human civilization and legal deterrence make it impossible for human "cannibal instinct" to be truly realized in life.Because of the regression and regression of psychology, the mentally ill speak out the cannibal instinct hidden in the collective subconscious of human beings, but what they say does not mean that it can really be implemented.The social activity ability of the mentally ill is much lower than that of ordinary people. Even if it is really put into practice, it is a one in ten thousand misfortune.When people are terrified of the murders of mentally ill patients, people actually forget that the people who kill the most are those who are defined as normal people by human society.

When I was working at the Poirot Kelvin Nursing and Rehabilitation Center, I had the opportunity to interview a variety of mentally ill patients every day, and I also saw ogre patients. "I want to eat your brain. I actually ate it in my dream yesterday. It tastes very good!" Jimmy swallowed and said to me, his face glowing red. "I'm craving pumpkin pie," I replied. "It's not pumpkin pie, it's your brain." Jimmy pointed at my brain, solemnly. "You want to kill me?" I asked. "No. You treated me well, I don't want to kill you," he said, "but I still want to eat your brains."

"Then you have to wait a hundred years." "why?" "After I die, I can donate my brain to you to eat." "That's too long, I can't wait." "So you'll just have to eat pumpkin pie," I said. "Okay, I'll just eat pumpkin pie." He smiled, "Save your brain first." In my job, crazy conversations like this happen almost every day.If you don't know about psychosis, you might be horrified by it, but if you do, there's even a touch of humor in this conversation.Jimmy is interested in my brain, which has two meanings at the symbolic level: one is to reflect his hunger, which includes physical hunger and psychological hunger; the other is a straightforward symbolic projection: I want to change As good a mind as a psychiatrist.I don't necessarily explain it to him directly, because he may not understand it either.But for me, I read the psychological content of his crazy idea, and instead of feeling scared, I knew what to do next.

Many incidents of violence in psychopaths are triggered by the patient's hallucinations and delusions.The patient claims to hear a certain inner voice, act according to this voice, and violence occurs as a result.But in my practice, I've found that patients' hallucinations and delusions don't have to be that scary.For example, the above patient said to me one day: "Mike is sitting next to you, he doesn't like you very much." Jimmy pointed to the seat next to me. I looked back at the empty seat, acted like there was someone sitting there, and said, "Hey Mike, nice to meet you."

"He won't talk to you. He's got a big temper." Jimmy laughed. "Don't worry about it, I really want to make friends with him." I continued to pretend. "He still wants to eat your heart." Jimmy smiled happily. "Jimmy, he eats my heart, are you still gloating?" I pretended to be angry. "It's okay, I just don't listen to him." When Jimmy said this, he was satisfied, feeling as if the power of my life and death was in his hands.