if schizophrenic episodes are a trigger plspls either close the post or scroll with caution&lt;3

around 4 months ago, everything was going rather excellent for me. I was nearing the end of my freshman year, and made a ton of new friends in my last semester. It felt great because I used to have one close friend IRL, and having more people to hang out with felt nice because Im a social introvert. 

well, not too long after i ended up meeting all of these people and getting close enough to be considered a part of my (now) friendgroup, i started having extremely weird anxiety about everything all of my friends said. I quickly started to believe that this was because none of my friendgroup actually liked me, and that they were either friends with me out of pity or that they all made a plan to pretend to be friends with me so they could take me out like their trash on trash day. 

at first it was just a simple and slight feeling that i had, i would think about it often but still allowed myself to believe that people atleast somewhat liked me.

but then it got worse. i started hearing little conversations people were having but differently. 

for example, i was sitting alone in my printing class one day because the friend that i chose to sit with that block wasnt there. now, usually sitting alone tends to give me a lot of anxiety. i get worried that people are looking at me and pittying the fact that it seems as if i have absolutely no friends, or just no ability to socialize.

well, after a little while of thinking to myself, i heard the people behind me saying that they felt bad that i was alone, and that i looked pathetic. 

these were comments that i expected so i didnt do anything about it, and i didnt question it. 

the end of school felt like living hell. 

this is when im assuming i was experiencing psychosis, because everything made me sad, i felt more alone than ever, i cried everyday, fuck i would bang my head against walls so hard id see flashes of white trying to keep myself together. 

after school ended it only got worse, i felt more tired, more drained, i assumed more and more people hated me, and hated myself for it. 

i forgot every in between step of every chore or simple task, or somedays i forgot to do any tasks at all. id forget what i was talking about mid sentance and forget what someone told me and the things people told me wouldnt process until minutes after they said it. 

skip a month or two, nothing has changed. ive lost track of time, and ive become more and more aggrivated with people. i kept two close friends and my boyfriend around, and kind of shut everyone else out.

after a very long time of questioning wether or not my boyfriend was using me or loved me, i ended up blowing up his phone with messages about how i was mad that he kept lying to me, and that he was an asshole and i wish he would tell me if he didnt love me and blahblah. 

i eventually realized the argument was useless, i had no reason to be mad at him, and he did nothing wrong. 

a couple days later i got the chance to spend the day with him. we invited one of his friends over and his brother was with us too.

i remember the three of them going upstairs while i stayed downstairs. 
not too long after they had gone upstairs, i see people walking through the sining room and into the kitchen, and they were talking about someone. i looked away and looked back a second time and they were gone. i then heard people talking from upstairs but couldnt make out what they were saying so i went upstairs to hear it. if im being honest, i dont remember what they were saying then but it was freaking me out.

i ended up asking my boyfriend if he heard anyone talking too, to which he responded no and i felt everything go back to normal. the voices stopped, and it was okay. my boyfriend didnt know exactly what was going on, so he went downstairs to do something, and i swear as soon as he left, the voices came back.

so i tried to ask his brother if he heard anyone talking by any chance, to which he said no as well, but then they came back again. 

third time felt like it would definitely work, so i asked my boyfriends friend and he told me no once more. i ended up talking with him a bit about it and eventually he said “i think youre hearing voices.”

thats when the music that was on the tv downstairs changed, “admit it, youre crazy.” i heard a woman say behind me, i quickly turned around and when i saw there was nobody there i heard a giggle, and the tv started telling me i was hearing voices. 

“youre hearing voices” was on repeat like a musical chant, and i tried covering my ears for silence only for it to come back seconds later. i sat and told myself i was going crazy for well around 10 minutes, and had to ask my boyfriend to turn the music off because it was driving me crazy. 

to save this post from being any longer, i ended up having a panic attack after calming down and almost had to call 911 because it was more like a heart attack. i havent seen or heard anything since, 
although it hasnt even been a week since it happened.

does this sound like schizophrenia, or possibly something different?