I Have a Story to Tell

When I was having one of my episodes of psychosis one time I ended up walking about 10 miles out of town, with a backpack full of random stuff believing in all kinds of strange things such as a spirit accompanying me and protecting me in the form of wind. I get to this small village and end up walking onto someone's property, entering their conservatory (as it was freezing cold and I needed heat badly) thinking it was all a part of some elaborate TV show or some such thing. I end up rifling through their belongings during the night until I find a box of apples and then decided to eat half of one. When the people living there finally realise that I'm there, a man and a woman, the guy goes about his business taking it all in his stride as if I've been welcomed over while the woman is unsettled by the whole thing (rightly so) and I end up trying to offer her an expensive crystal egg that I happen to have on me.

Eventually the police are called in and I'm taken back to my town to the police station there where I'm kept overnight until a solicitor appointed to me arrives and two mental health professionals that have worked with me in the past. I end up being interrogated by a police officer who is apparently trying to make his way up the ranks by arresting and, I guess, convicting as many people as possible, no matter what. I'm accused of stealing an apple and that is what they're trying to charge me on and during the interrogation I'm accused of faking mental illness, despite having a long history with mental health services with accounts of how "out of it" I've really been. I'm just laughing to myself at the whole idea that after all that had happened it was the apple that was the issue.

I end up getting released with no charges and the following day I lose my mind even worse which results in my arm getting dislocated by police officers, but that is another story...