𝐌𝐘 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐖𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐘𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐒
A/N: i was listening to music earlier, and it gave me lots of different ideas based on some of the lyrics but because i'm too lazy to write any myself i decided to make a list so other people could use them for inspiration
if you use any of these prompts please tag/credit me ♡
"It just don't come natural to me to think that you'd want me for me" - Against the kitchen floor
"I find myself lost in what you think of me, too confused to choose who i should be" - I / Me / Myself
"You're trying to replace yourself" - Mr Capgras Encounters a Secondhand Vanity
"Home is where the heart is. You ain't homeless but your heartless" - Suburbia Overture
"If sick is defined by what's different, well pull the plug out and let me die" - 2econd 2ight 2eer
"Well who should I be then, if I'll never be the same?" - Dr Sunshine is Dead
"Cry my name, remind my brain of my identity" - Cotard's Solution
"Say my name like a slur, but I've been called worse" - I / Me / Myself
"I've lived more lives than enough, I haven't died quite as much" - Against the kitchen floor
"Say you're still her, the woman you were" - A little bit mine
"The only ones in need of love are those who dont receive enough" - Laplace's angel
"It's better to be lost than loved" - Well...better than the alternative
"Villains are everywhere, that's how i know that im a hero" - The main character
"I expect no dreams, or no sweet goodbye to me" - Tomcat Disposables
"Well it seems she broke me, but I swear she could not break my heart" - Thermodynamic lawyer
"And if dreams can come true, what does that say about nightmares?" - Cotard's Solution
"I hold on so tight for so long, it's just not right" - Tomcat Disposables
"If you were in my shoes, you'd walk the same damn miles I do" - Laplace's angel
"Is another man wearing your face?" - Mr Capgras Encounters a Secondhand Vanity
"Heaven knows God is sitting up there like 'hell no!'" - 6up 5oh Cop-Out (Pro / Con)
"What's so wrong about what's wrong with me?" - Well... better than the alternative
"If we can't see each other then there's no more use for hiding" - Dr Sunshine is Dead
"And some of the best liars only want the truth" - Skeleton appreciation day
"I just haven't learned how to be human as you are yet" - Against the kitchen floor
Thanks for reading! Requests are always open!
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Introduction to: Delusional Misidentification Syndrome
What is Delusional Misidentification Syndrome?
Delusional misidentification syndrome (DMS) is an umbrella term for a collection of delusions that involve misidentifying a person, object, place, body part, or the delusional person themselves.
DMSs are associated with neurological trauma, dissociation, and schizophrenic disorders.
Types of DMSs
DMSs typically involve misidentifying one of three things: the self, the other, and/or the place.
The self: These delusions involve the misidentification of the person themselves, or a part of their body.
The other: These delusions involve the misidentification of other people, pets, or objects.
The place: These delusions involve the misidentification of places or locations.
The Self
Mirrored self misidentification is the delusion that the person's reflection is someone else.
Syndrome of subjective doubles is the delusion that the person has a double (doppelgänger / clone) of themselves acting independently.
Cotard('s) delusion / syndrome is the delusion that the person, or parts of their body or organs, are dead, dying, or don't exist. Most people with this delusion have severe depression.
Clinical lycanthropy is the delusion that the person has turned, or is turning, into an animal. It can be considered a type of reverse intermetamorphosis.
The Place
Reduplicative paramnesia is the belief that a place or location (or, rarely, an object, person, or part of the body) as having been copied, existing in two places at the same time, or moved to a different location. Most case studies involve people reporting the hospital they are in is in their home town, when it isn't. "Paramnesia" is commonly called déjà vu.
The Other
Capgras delusion is the delusion that someone close to the person, such as a friend, family member, or a pet, has been replaced with an identical imposter.
Fregoli delusion is the delusion that other people are actually the same person in disguise. Capgras and Fregoli delusions often co-exist.
Intermetamorphosis is the delusion that other people can change their appearance and personality at will, pretending to be the person they are basing themselves off.
Delusional companion syndrome (DCS) is the delusion that objects (often stuffed toys) are sentient, and have their own sense of self, wants and needs.
What can be done for a person with DMS?
Option 1: Nothing. Psychotic people can live happy lives without any intervention!
Option 2: Therapy. This can include either accepting the delusion / going along with it, or trying to change it. It can be used in combination with pharmacotherapy (medication).
Option 3: Pharmacotherapy. Antipsychotics and other medication can help reduce symptoms. It can be used in combination with talk therapy.
No matter what choice the person makes (and it should be up to the person), the desired outcome is reducing suffering (which might not mean trying to stop or slow the psychosis) and increasing their quality of life.
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Inevitable - part eight - The nightmares came true
He paced back and forth, smiling wider and wider, laughing louder and louder. At one point he stopped, still gesturing around. Until the frenzy of thoughts could not be kept inside any longer.
Dr Sunshine began musing, his voice melodic as usual, but with an unfamiliar touch.
"When did I become afraid of the dark?
Are my eyeballs just yet to adjust to seeing the light?
The room I'm in is still the same
The shadows have not rearranged it
No, the only thing that's changed is how I see at night
I fumble for the switch
And strap on infrareds and wish
For sunshine when the morning's somewhere else!..."
For just a line he lost that melodic note, but then it returned.
"But I can't change what time it is
Or dilate my irises
Only what I look at
And I'm looking at myself!...
I am not the sunshine
I am not the moon at night
Well, who else could I be
When I can hardly see?
I am not the sunshine
I am not the moon at night
I'm no one if I'm nowhere in between!"
Then Sunshine laughed to himself, a mad tone to it.
"When did I become afraid of the dark?
Was it when I left the cave and swore I'd never go back?
If we can't see each other, then there's no more use for hiding
I've decided I'll abide it
Why deny the color black?
I'm not a flower
Not a solar-powered calculator
Damn my eyes for seeing what's not there!..."
Once again, for a brief moment his nice tone ceased, before reappearing again. His eyes shined slightly in the faint light coming through the window, expression turning gentler, as if suddenly remembering something fond.
"I'll trade in vision for a practiced intuition!
'Til my fears come to fruition!
I'm not scared!~..."
But as fast as it came, as fast it was gone. The mad smile returned.
"I am not the sunshine
I am not the moon at night
Well, who else could I be
When I can hardly see?
I am not the sunshine
I am not the moon at night
I'm no one if I'm nowhere in between!"
He kept gesturing around. His voice was slowly turning into something of a scream.
"The future must know where you've been
The past predicts the state you're in...!
The present did and will not last!
Is, isn't, was, have, hasn't, has!..."
Suddenly his tone grew gentle as he motioned towards the mirror, expression almost pleading.
"All that I ask is, keep those empty frames
If nobody's in them, then no one is to blame...
For your self-portraits, sign another name
Well, who should I be then, if I'll never be the same?..."
The intonation suddenly changed once again, this time into the so very familiar, yet unfamiliar, melodic scream.
"I will be my sunshine!
I will be my moon at night!
Who else could I be
When I can't fucking see?!
I will be my sunshine!
I will be my moon at night!"
His voice cracked a little, and began quieting down.
"I'm nowhere now
There's no one now to... be﹏"
By now, Julie was very concerned. She wanted to check up on Dr Sunshine. But as she carefully opened the door and stepped through, he immediately dragged her to dance. Just as the last time, she did not oppose. Even if for just a while, he appeared like a sane man.
"And if dreams can come true
What does that say about nightmares...?"
Sunshine mused as he spinned along with Julie, eventually leaning extremely close to her. It was almost like a hug. And he finally whispered...
"I'll stay awake tonight..."
For a while they stayed motionless. Finally, they subtly pulled away from each other.
– Julie, my dear, I'd like to ask for your assistance with a certain matter... – Dr Sunshine said, a slightly ominous smirk on his lips.
– What should I do, doctor?
He grabbed a knife from a table, handed it to her and looked into her eyes. As he did so, a shiver ran down her spine. His gaze was absent. Wild. Unfamiliar.
– ...Kill me – Sunshine replied so casually. Like it was a normal thing.
Julie's eyes widened, and her heart started racing. What now?
– W... what...? – she stammered out, still not quite believing her senses.
– Kill me – he repeated.
– I... N-no, doctor, I... I can't...
– Yes, you can, Julie. Kill me.
– Doctor, I... N-no, it is wrong...
– It is not wrong. I asked for it myself. Kill me.
It carries on like this for a while. She keeps refusing, he keeps insisting, but by no means is he forcing her. She cannot handle this thought alone. She cannot bring herself to do it.
That is when Annica returned. The daughter of death appeared behind Julie's back, carrying an old axe, its silver blade stained with dry blood. Her eyes are feral.
She took a swing. With an unknown force, Julie's body moved. The knife was now in Dr Sunshine's chest.
He let out a laugh as he fell to his knees. He then looked up at Julie. His smile was still mad and unfamiliar, but that small spark of humanity shone through his eyes.
– Thank you... – the scientist muttered out before collapsing on the floor.
Julie's mind is screaming, thoughts running a mile a second. She can barely hear Annica laugh sinisterly.
Her legs gave up. She started sobbing as she sat there, right beside his dead body.
The sun began to rise.
***
Cotard entered the lobby, seeing Julie sitting at the small table there, her expression thoughtful and with a tinge of sadness.
– Hello, miss Julie – he greeted.
– Ah... Good day, Cotard... Are you looking for Dr Sunshine?
– Yes, I am. Is he available right now?
– I'm sorry... – she stood up from her seat and walked over to the side of the table, finally raising her gaze to look Cotard right in the face. – ...He's dead.
Cotard didn't even look all that surprised.
– Dr Sunshine is dead? What happened?
– I... – Julie looked down again, struggling to let the truth through her throat. – I killed him...
– Oh? But why? You liked him, didn't you?
She turned around, facing away from him, her eyes shiny with tears, sorrow twisting her lips.
– ...I loved him.
– Then why did you murder him? – Cotard asked, despite knowing the answer very well.
– He... – her voice was trembling slightly. – He asked me to... And then something helped me to fulfill his wish...
– Ah... I see. I shalln't be taking any more of your time then. Goodbye, miss Julie.
And without a word more, Cotard left, leaving the assistant alone as she began sobbing again.
***
Mr Capgras was standing in front of the secondhand vanity that he once gifted to Dr Sunshine, tracing his fingers along the mirror frame.
– And if dreams can come true... – he mused to himself. – What does that say about nightmares?
Capgras stared into his own eyes for a moment before a faint smile tugged at his lips.
– I'll stay awake tonight...
He then left the room, leaving it in complete darkness.
A reflection of shadow glistened inside the mirror.
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