10. License Renewed

9/23/2026

Lukas Allen

To date this, I got my driver’s license renewed. My dad’s girlfriend drove me to the DMV, and we got pulled over. I guess the reason was because she didn’t use a turn signal. I felt more nervous from the eye exam over the cops. I know one needs a calm head with the cops, and I know how to talk to cops from all the shit I’ve been in through. There was a slight problem, and that was that my dad’s girlfriend’s car insurance was “expired.” She just didn’t get a new paper form, and I calmly called the insurance company, from a number on the paper, who then told the cops that my dad’s girlfriend had car insurance. They were satisfied with that, and let her off with a warning. She needs help sometimes doing that stuff because she doesn’t know English as well as some people.

In this town cops have a lot better things to do than pull over someone who forgot to hit their turn signal. There are drugs, pimping, and worse in this town. I suspect it was sort of a training thing for a new cop.

But yeah, my eyesight is kinda going bad, and I was worried I’d fail the eye test at the DMV. The secret to talking to cops or authoritative figures is keep calm and tell the truth. Now, that means one shouldn’t put themselves in situations where they need to lie to cops. If your actions do warrant lying, then you should probably rethink your current actions. It helps to tell the truth, but also tell the truth in a good way. Paint yourself in a good light, as long as it’s the truth.

The cop was a young woman with a man partner. She had a cross tattoo on the side of her head beside the ear. If you run into female cops, don’t assume they will let you off easy just because they are a woman. If you do assume something like that, then you probably risk offending them and then will really know why you shouldn’t do that.

There are good cops and bad cops. Fuck, there’s ICE agents roaming the streets who believe they are even above the cops. I haven’t met any ICE agents yet, thankfully, but I have seen both sides of the spectrum for law enforcers. Some of them I would say should take the full force of my hate. They exacerbated legal charges against me, they don’t recognize mental illness, and made everything worse for me and my own family. I would say I hate them, but I think it’s best not to waste energy on that stuff. Hopefully karma will come and get them, someday.

I used to feel so much anger for slights against me. Like against my own friends who failed me and betrayed me. I thought about it, and realized I should really feel that anger against people like that cop who first arrested me. It helped give me some perspective, and for the once close friends, I forgive you, and I forgive myself for not making it easier.

I got a bacon cheeseburger with fries after I got my license renewed. It felt like a good day.

9. The Royal Cat

9/22/2026

Lukas Allen

I was trapped endlessly trying to go home from school. It was me and my brother, and I kept losing things as we walked or ran down the infinite loop. It was all recognizable settings at first, a few houses, the graveyard, but it changed more and more and whenever I nearly got home, I was back at the school again. Apparently it was because I pissed off a witch who wanted my help. I didn’t trust her, and my brother and I kept walking.

Soon enough I noticed my surroundings gradually changing more and more until they were unrecognizable. I couldn’t realize it for what it was. I raced kids from school back home, always losing, and some of the kids tried to impede my progress. The dream ended when I found the “royal cat” who would help me escape.

A lot of my dreams have a similar theme to them, me and my siblings trying to escape from school. The dreams progressed through the night, from me cleaning out my locker to me walking home.

I feel like I’ve got a jab in my gut. What the heck happened to me that I constantly am trying to escape a dreamworld of school? It baffles my waking self. The main theme is just trying to escape, and now I don’t know how I can besides waking up.

I believe I need to try and recognize something about the dream, something that seems off. Once that triggers, I should be able to recognize that it is a dream.

Maybe I should recognize cats. They’re always a good sign in dreams.

At least I’m not having anymore lucid nightmares. They’re dreams where I know it’s a dream but I cannot wake up. I also strangely do not hear voices in dreams, usually. They are more common when I am awake. I wonder why that is? If I do hear voices in my nightmares they are truly horrible indeed.

On a side note, I can date this by how the politics are shaping up in America. They are trying to get anyone on Medicaid to work 40 hours a month for it. Based on what my case manager told me, I will not be stuck in that requirement, being a disabled person.

I wish I wasn’t “disabled” but that is my current lot in life, just the situation I’m in. I hope to recover well enough, but it takes time, step by step.

Here’s to cats. May they help in dreams as well as awake.

8. Anxiety and Depression Wrapped Up Together

9/21/2026

Lukas Allen

Everything is overwhelming. I started having an anxiety problem, most noticeably, when I started hearing voices. I’d start freaking out, then the voices would talk, then I’d start freaking out some more, and it continued that way.

A lot of people have anxiety, and anxiety in some cases is normal and healthy, like pressure is. The pressure will force me to double check and be careful if something is important. Although I wonder what it’s like for the person without any anxiety.

I imagine some super confident person, able to take any problem with ease and comfortability. I imagine someone who is good at everything, because they are not worried if they succeed or fail. I imagine this sort of person to be enviable to be.

But I am not this sort of person. I do have anxiety, and with my other problems it only gets worse. I suppose I empathize with people who do have these anxiety problems.

I suppose a lot of people get anxious even from just writing. My solution to anxiety with writing is just do it. It’s like ripping off a bandage, or jumping in cold water. The best solution is not to think of anxiety, and to attempt the task anyway.

I’m burning up. Sometimes with my medication I start sweating bullets and overheating. Something to tell the doc.

I get anxious even when walking down the street. I live in a cheap abode for a cheap price, and it’s not really so bad all the time. I just can go right down the road and immediately notice the homeless, prostitutes, and drug dealers. It sometimes worries me, being in this neighborhood. People have stolen random stuff left outside the house, like an ashtray given to me, or a lawn mower that hadn’t been put away inside. It all sometimes feels like too much, but I try to look at the good stuff instead. There are “up and coming” businesses, I can get a good cheeseburger just down the road, or even a burrito and Mexican food even closer.

Sometimes I pity my own situation. It feels sort of like anxiety and depression, wrapped up together. I try not to think of that, because if I do it will only get bigger.

To date this I will say I started watching King of the Hill. Did you know one of the characters was voiced by Tom Petty? I became a Tom Petty fan too late, when he was already dead. Some of his music inspired me for the creation of one of my books, The Wing Fitter and the Soul Binder.

7. Restful Sunday

9/20/2026

Lukas Allen

In jail there was a strange piece of art, graffiti on the cell, which said “Keep Sunday Holy.” This was a few years and a decade ago. This bit of graffiti was in a cell in the hole, or solitary confinement. This place was for all the troublemakers in the jail, which I was inadvertently sent to when I got caught in the next door cellmates rebellious antics. Ever since then I did try to keep Sundays holy. Back in the jail cell I prayed my 77 prayers, seven Our Fathers and 70 Hail Marys.

I think it is a good idea to have a rest day sometime in the week, if not Sunday then whatever other day is an off day. I sit here and write slightly, and then play video games.

I haven’t been to a church for a service in a long time. I wonder if it would even help anymore. I’d probably prefer to sleep in.

To date this I will say I ordered pizza yesterday, and the delivery guy thanked me for the $5 tip. It was rainy, and it’s gloomy again today. Also, I made a samurai rap shuffle consisting of songs from Samurai Champloo, Afro Samurai, and the GZA Liquid Swords album.

I don’t need to do anything today, and my cat has been hanging out with me more than usual.

I’ve been longing to travel, so in its substitute I’m writing a fictional travel story. I don’t know where I’d even go if I went traveling. I suppose to see family in Europe. It’s too difficult to gather the money, get my meds, and orient doctor appointments all throughout. I’d have to spend a good while in preparation if I wanted to travel again.

This writing will be shorter today. Let it be restful today.

The next piece is tomorrow, and I will try to gather information and make it a good one. This has been helping me, my daily writing exercise.

6. Slight Depression

9/19/2026

Lukas Allen

Maybe it’s just the weather. It’s cold, wet, and rainy. It’s perfectly gloomy outside, and inside it is just as dark. I’ve done the dishes, and have nowhere to go. I don’t particularly want to go anywhere, anyway. Slight depression.

I sometimes agonize about the past. What did I do that I shouldn’t have? How can I rectify my mistakes? It makes me very frustrated at times. It’s hard to let go, strangely of one’s own shortcomings. It sucks feeling that way.

I contemplated skipping today’s writing. I just don’t feel like I have it in me. I need to do this, though, and I know I’ll feel better once I do.

Drinking slightly, cranberry juice with whiskey. I haven’t been drinking very much at all lately, and sometimes I miss the getting drunk feeling. Nothing seems to matter then. At least all the things I agonize over don’t seem important. Gotta stay hydrated.

I haven’t used “mindfulness” techniques in a long time. In fact, like religion, I am skeptical of the whole thing as well. I sometimes hear people talk on and on about meditation, mindfulness, finding their “truth.” You don’t know how meaningless all that is until it is forcefully taken away from you. I used to believe wholeheartedly in that stuff, in meditation as well, but ever since I started hearing voices I found the practice to be impossible.

I believe in a body health, which can help the mind health. That is why I take medication, which changes body chemistry, for my mental health. It’s all body in the end. I’ll try to keep my body healthier than I have been. Sometimes I forego general maintenance… Not a very good habit. But I know I can get better.

I think how I failed other people, and how they failed me. It’s not really important, and I feel better saying that, as well as getting some writing done. I can’t burn out, I need to continue. I know it will help.

To date this, I will say my little orange cat is feeling slightly better. I know he won’t last forever, just having one of a cat’s short nine lives. He has lost his interest in killing mice. I suppose I should’ve adopted a more feral cat that would hunt. My mom had one of those, a cat who hunted vigilantly, Shadow. He used to decapitate the mice and also eat their guts. My cat has been dealing with fleas, but I think he’ll feel better with the flea collar, flea spray, and the colder weather.

5. Dreaming Alike Hallucinations

9/18/2026

Lukas Allen

I was feeling sick yesterday, and ended up throwing up my meds. Instead of taking them again I thought it would be prudent not to take double the dose.

A side effect of not taking my meds is very vivid, active dreaming. The first dream I had was the equivalent to the most amazing, awesome psychedelic experience. I visited dream locations of the past, I made peace with my problems. I woke up in amazement of the dream. Of course, then I heard a few voices make a few snide comments, and then fell back to sleep. Then I had more dreams, not necessarily pleasant, and very vivid. I woke up still feeling tired, getting no rest from the dreams.

In the first dream I made peace with myself, but also with my brother whom a rift had been growing between us. I only wish in real life I could bridge the gap as well. I’m gonna get him something nice and consumable for his birthday coming up. There’s a brewery around town that sells pretty good booze, growlers.

I’ll be sure to take my meds tonight, and not throw them up. Dreams can be very important in meaning, but in the end it’s just a brief pass between sessions of being awake. You can’t accomplish anything in dreams, just enjoy the ride, possibly, if you can. I know for every night without meds I have those super vivid dreams, and sometimes they can be absolutely horrifying, alike to “dreaming” awake while hearing voices. The voices also don’t exist in a tangible plane, but they can be just as disturbing as if they were. Hearing voices, or any sort of hallucination, is like a dream you cannot wake up from and cannot end. In this way they are unlike normal psychedelics, because psychedelics end at some point.

I wish I could add more scientific fact to these blog posts, but I suppose I am content with writing down my own experiences and how I deal with them. I am constantly trying to learn more about my illness, schizophrenia, how hallucinations work, what brings them about, and how best to deal with them. It’s difficult without there being more concrete research for schizophrenia. I’d say learning about hallucinations help, but I don’t think my hallucinations work the same way as hallucinogen hallucinations do. The evidence for that is that I don’t have the same “euphoria” and other side effects that hallucinogens give. When taking mushrooms I remember that everything was somehow so very calm and understandable, even though the colors of my surroundings were out of this world. My brain was somehow more relaxed on mushrooms than as when I’m hearing voices. The only time that ended on mushroom trips was when I smoked weed with the mushrooms, which for some reason is a very unstable and disturbing effect for me.

I suppose smoking weed could’ve exacerbated schizophrenia, or the other drugs which could’ve unleashed schizophrenia upon me. I did have a very painful, traumatic bad trip which started a drug induced psychosis in the past. Could it all have been from one tipping point? I believe everything possible led up to me having schizophrenia, it was the sum of all the possibilities becoming possible. Genetics, drug use, trauma, all that.

Here’s to all your greatest dreams becoming possible, and the nightmares to fade away in the light of dawn and with some fresh coffee.

4. Losing my Insanity

9/17/2026

Lukas Allen

It’s technically the next day, so I’m gonna write my blog post. Gonna be playing the WoW Forever Beta. Can I say that in a book/blog post? I don’t know. I’m playing a new video game, and don’t endorse anything. Absolutely nothing. I endorse nothing.

Not that nothing is bad. Sometimes it’s good, just having a blank space and letting it be. Like boredom. It’s a secret blessing to be bored. When I heard voices all day and all the time, I was never bored. Being bored means I can just breathe for a second. You don’t know how worse you had it when you are glad to be bored.

I’ve drank a couple cups of whiskey, cut with apple juice. I usually prefer cutting it with orange juice. Makes it feel healthy in some way. Same with bloody marys, just mix that vodka with V8 and feel healthy. Everyone should drink more V8s. I do not endorse V8s. I do endorse bloody marys. Is it marys or maries? It’s marys.

I love that I can just sit and have some fun like this. I forgot how writing doesn’t always have to be a grand battle for my soul and sanity; it can just be fun from time to time. Remember the battles on the way, but don’t become obsessed with them.

Usually when things are good it means that things will be bad. Soon. I will state a few things that could be better with my life, so I know that everything is not perfect and doesn’t have to be ruined. It’s ruined already.

I could have some sort of romantic relationship, any romantic relationship. It’s been a long time without love. I forget about it sometimes when I’m stuck in a hellish inferno of voices, but I do like that kind of stuff. I could be more successful with my writing, but I don’t worry about that too often. The most important thing is the work itself, and not the reception. As long as I keep on hammering away, eventually I’ll make a masterpiece. Whether this masterpiece is loved or hated by others is up to time. I could be healthier. I take (at least?) five medications regularly, and I need to exercise more often. The pills and injection are working, though, and I feel less tired, less fat, less depressed, less anxious, and hear less voices. I can just be happy with sanity for now, and I can recognize that what I have is sanity. I’ll probably never be the same, and will always have a chance to relapse, but I will enjoy my relative sanity while I can.

I sometimes worry that the spark for writing was in that insanity. It certainly motivated me to write, to protect myself and find meaning. It was just dangerous for me, the insanity. It isn’t a safe thing to play around with. Some people only write when inebriated, some only write when they feel “slightly” insane. Being insane sucks! Nothing makes sense, and you don’t know how to survive but try desperately to do so. It’s horrible. Those who have truly been insane, and seen the light of the other side, never want to go back to it.

So I drink, and am glad with my slight sanity. Let my craziness be.

Help! I’m losing my insanity.

That’s also a good song by Dio.

To date this I will say that I had BLTs with my dad. They were damn good, and homemade.

Metal Music

9/16/2026

Lukas Allen

I like heavy metal. Metal music is empowering, in some way. It’s a shout at the void, a declaration of humanity against the silence.

I used to really be into Black Sabbath, Ozzy, and Dio back in the day, but I tend to like all sorts of music, except country and a lot of pop.

When I used to exercise constantly I listened to rap music a lot, with some heavy metal. The music urged me on, to run, to lift, to fight for myself.

I’m not really sure how I got my metal music taste, no one in my family listens to it. I suppose it was when I was a teen, trying to find brand new music, and I stumbled upon Veteran of the Psychic Wars by Blue Öyster Cult. Now, Blue Öyster Cult is hardly the heaviest sort of metal, but it was sort of America’s answer to Black Sabbath. I can only wonder at how absolutely awesome it would’ve been to listen to them in concert together, like the Black and Blue Concert at Nassau.

Sometimes I listen to thrash metal, like Slayer, Megadeth, and Metallica. I think the heaviest metal I’ve ever listened to would have to be Slayer. Straight up Devil music, but stronger than Satan. I wonder how the Devil got associated with rock and roll. I think the association would have to have started with blues music long ago.

Viking metal is also really cool. There are a lot of random ones that I like, but the best has to be Amon Amarth. Nothing cooler than Vikings, right?

A subgenre of metal is women singer metal. A couple examples I like are Arch Enemy and Lacuna Coil. Woman metal singers sometimes offer a contrast to the ferocity of metal music, or show that they are just as metal and fierce as any man. It depends on the band.

Metal music is cool. It helps give me courage in a way. Metal can direct my energy against the voices, a clashing sound against the sound of hate.

There are so many metal bands I like, and I can’t remember all of them. Let me list a few, in no particular order.

METAL

Type O Negative

Metallica

Megadeth

Black Sabbath

Blue Öyster Cult

Lacuna Coil

Slayer

Dethklok

Arch Enemy

Dio

Ozzy Osbourne

Iron Maiden

Amon Amarth

Wind Rose

Warming Up

Lukas Allen

9/15/2026

It’s always helpful to warm up before any exercise, including writing. Sometimes it’s not easy to get the machine that is your brain to start working.

I feel like I look younger than I am, even though currently I have a huge, fluffy beard I have been cultivating for at least a year. Maybe it’s just my perception. I don’t feel like I’m old. I feel younger than my parents when they first had me, but I am older than them then now.

Maybe it’s the decade of onset schizophrenia that screwed up my perception. It feels like my twenties were sucked up in an instant. I can hardly remember them, it feels like I giant, active blur with me just trying to survive.

Little pieces stick out here and there. Like when the Lich and the Devil offered to make me a god, and I declined. Or when I fought Jesus in a fistfight and he showed mercy on me, protecting me from the demons and catching my fall. Or when I got in a fight with my brother. Or getting so drunk all the time to feel numb against the voices. Watching Bob Ross paint something on tv at my grandma’s house, because it felt so calming over the intrusive, hateful, malevolent voices. Being accused of lewdness in my first schizophrenia psychosis, having so much paranoia for my writing, eventually finding that writing is my saving grace.

And then there was my late teens, becoming a man at 18. I got through jail for six months, which some prisoners said it was a man’s turning point. I went through college for two and a half years, and dropped out without a degree. I had nearly killed myself, starting my whole mental illness misadventure. Yes, that was the turning point, the Eagle on the Cliff. After that near suicide, my world crumbled and rotted, and led to all other mental illness. I even exacerbated my decline with drugs, getting scars on my knuckle to remember it forever, like the cuts on my wrist to remember how the voices made me feel trapped and scared.

I did have safe spots throughout, eyes in the storms, but they never lasted too long. I actually felt the safest exactly before I started hearing voices and schizophrenia developed.

It’s hard to go back and read my own autobiography. I tend to write about the unpleasant times, which I believe is helpful for myself as well as others. It has to be said. If I let these memories go into the void without any recollection it would be an extravagant waste. I don’t have the luxury to forget, I need to remember, and have to remember, it being trauma and stuck with me forever even after I process it.

Trauma never goes away. It just gets easier to talk about.

To date this, I will say I am working on a travel story, but I have a few other stories on the backburner as well, like my vampire story and my darkness story.

The Next Part

9/14/2026

Lukas Allen

I see some people are hopeless, desperate, lonely, and sad. Some are unemployed, some are in disadvantageous living situations. Some just had enough of everything and wish it would end.

I’ve been in those situations before, many times, so many times that I can only be rising. I’m on an eternal upwards swing. The difficult part now is not to relapse or sabotage myself in an unhealthy way. Sometimes I just want to drink until I’m happy. Or, since alcohol never brings true happiness, drink until I’m numb. I wish marijuana had the same effect it used to have. Now when I smoke it it’s a fifty/fifty chance that it will be unpleasant, but I always seem to want to play the odds.

Sometimes I hear voices, in the absolute worst times. They kick me when I’m down and piss me off. I just get so angry at them, and then also at myself. I end up kicking myself even without them.

Still, I know it could be worse. I could’ve actually had been locked away in a mental hospital. This is not a conjectural statement, I’ve had that possibility open up and threaten to be my reality. I could’ve been dead, without even appreciating the life I have, and not knowing completely how absolute and unchangeable my death would be. I didn’t care about anything back then, and I thought nobody cared about me.

I’m in a melancholy mood, but I know it’ll pass. Into each life some rain must fall, right?

I am challenging myself to continue. My autobiography needs a proper end, and I challenge myself here, right now, to write every single day for this blog and my book. As long as I get at least a page down, then I am arising to the challenge.

I thank my schizophrenic mentor for this challenge. I want to be just like her regarding the illness of schizophrenia. I want to beat this illness. I know I can. I just have to do it.

What have I got to say today? I’ll say that this is not the end, and if it is truly rock bottom, you can only ascend from here.

I’m looking forward to playing the new World of Warcraft Forever Beta with my friends. I say this because I am looking to date this work, to show where I was and where I will be. It is midnight, a new Monday starting off the week, right now.

To the voices I say, “You will not crush me.”

I challenge them as well. I will not let this ethereal, psychotic mess of hallucinations to alter my upwards path.

Just a short page this time. I will continue more tomorrow.