A few years ago, I experienced psychosis, and it was one of the most frightening experiences of my life.
During my psychosis, I became suicidal. I heard a voice telling me to end my life, and I reached a point where I was struggling to hold on. It's difficult to explain how terrifying it is when your own mind becomes somewhere you don't feel safe.
During those moments, I would notice my dog, Maggie, and somehow she would ground me. Bringing my attention back to her helped pull me out of what was happening in my head. She was my connection to reality when everything else felt frightening and unfamiliar.
She became my reason to stay alive.
But there is something I've never really known how to talk about. During that time, I started thinking about what would happen when Maggie eventually died. I knew she wouldn't be here forever, and I made a plan to end my life when she was gone. I couldn't imagine a life without her, and I think part of me had already decided what I would do when that day came.
I don't think I ever really dealt with those thoughts. I just kept going, and Maggie was there beside me.
Maggie was an elderly girl who had been part of my life for many years. She wasn't just a pet. She was my companion, my routine, my family, and the one constant presence in my life.
I live alone and have struggled with loneliness and making friends for most of my life. My life is basically going to work, talking to people about work, and then coming home to an empty house. I don't have friends or family nearby who regularly check in on me or ask me to do things with them.
I try to get out and experience life. I go to the theatre and movies on my own because I still want to do things outside of work. But doing things alone isn't the same as having people to share your life with. Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to have someone ask me to go somewhere, check in to see how I'm doing, or simply think of me without me having to make the effort first.
I suffered psychosis in 2023 and thats when I started seeing a psychiatrist. I've been off my medication since July 2026, and I have one final appointment scheduled for December. The difficult thing is that he doesn't know how I'm actually feeling because I've always told him I'm fine.
The truth is, I'm not fine.
I'm also constantly scared that my psychosis will come back. The experience was terrifying, especially becoming suicidal and hearing a voice telling me to end my life. Even though I've been through it and come out the other side, I'm still afraid of returning to that place.
Now that Maggie is gone, I feel even more vulnerable. She was what grounded me during that time, and I worry about what would happen if I experienced psychosis again without her there.
Maggie passed away on the 25th Sept 2026, and I'm struggling more than I know how to explain.
The house feels empty. I miss the little things, the sounds, the routine, and simply knowing she was there. I miss having someone to come home to and someone who needed me.
Since she died, suicidal thoughts have been constantly on my mind. The thing I had thought about for years has happened, and I'm finding it incredibly difficult to navigate life without her.
I'm grieving the loss of the one who helped me through one of the darkest periods of my life, while also living with the fear of losing control of my own mind again.
I feel like I'm dealing with everything at once: the grief, the loneliness, the fear of psychosis returning, and suicidal thoughts that I had hoped I would never have to face again.
What scares me is that, on the outside, I probably look like I'm doing okay. I go to work. I go to the theatre. I go to movies. I carry on with everyday life. But when I get home, I'm alone with my thoughts, and nobody really knows how much I'm struggling.
My psychiatrist thinks I'm fine because that's what I've told him. I have one appointment left with him in December, and I don't know how to tell him that I'm not fine at all.
I don't really know what I'm supposed to do next. I don't know how to build a life where I don't feel so alone, and I don't know how to cope with losing the one who helped me hold on.
I'm sharing this because I want to know if anyone else understands what this feels like.
Has anyone else experienced psychosis and struggled with suicidal thoughts afterwards?
Has anyone else had a pet who helped them survive a mental health crisis, only to find themselves struggling to keep going after losing them?
For those who live alone without much of a support network, how do you cope when things get really bad?
And for those who have recovered from psychosis, how do you deal with the constant fear that it might happen again?
I don't expect anyone to have all the answers. I think I just want to hear from people who understand, because right now I feel incredibly alone in what I'm going through.
I am just worried because I have a plan and I think it may happen as I dont have any support or Maggie to ground me. The thought that I am ending my life soon, relaxes me.