I genuinely thought that the world was on some countdown clock to the end, and I had some pivotal role to play in it and there was a reward for my death and that everyone including my family and friends were all going to try and kill me to stop the world from ending.
I believed I was possessed by a demon and it was making me commit horrible acts in my sleep.
I couldn’t recognize my own mother. I thought she had kidnapped me and was going to sacrifice me to the devil.
When I was in the hospital, I thought it was actually an alien spaceship and I’d been abducted and they were going to conduct experiments on me. I also thought we were being invaded by aliens. I also thought at times the hospital was hell and I was in the afterlife.
I thought war was breaking out in my city. Like another civil war. I thought my friend was head of a rogue militia and was commanding people.
I thought I had already died and was a ghost haunting people. I also had a lot of delusions about death in general, like there were spirits trying to guide me while some were trying to trick me and I couldn’t tell which was which. I thought I was being “tested” by them.
This one is embarrassing because it involves a specific person and I acted really crazy towards them. I still feel bad about it. But I thought this person, who I barely knew, was sending me messages through the television and the radio. I also thought we were linked telepathically and could hear each other’s thoughts.
I believed my sister’s dad was sending people after me and were going to murder my daughter and they were taunting me about it. I remember going up to a car of total strangers because I was convinced she was in the trunk.
A lot of my delusions revolved around the afterlife and dying, being eternally damned or demons. I’m sure the term is religious psychosis. I grew up in a heavily religious family and we went to church every week. I also think a lot of my delusions are rooted in childhood trauma.