So about half a year ago I began having psychosis symptoms about my cats. They love each other and me. the white and grey one is named Lunch, he is your basic boy cat (stupid as fuck), but during my episode I thought he was god/jesus. The black cat is named Pooks, and she is very sweet and polite and loves to play, but during my episode I thought she was a demon/the antichrist 
I started off by just being very scared of her. And then one day she (using telepathy) told me  I had to kill her or she was going to end the world. This became much scarier and it got so bad I almost did it. Lunch didn’t help either because he also convinced me he was judging me for masterbating and smoking weed.

Finally I was hospitalized for a SI, and I explained this to the psychiatrist and they put me on a treatment plan and medications. I also stopped smoking weed which sucks but it was one of the better decisions I have made.

The therapy and medication helped a lot. The medication made the “telepathy” stop (which sometimes I obsess about that, but I still take my pills) and my cats became the sweetest cats in the world again. 

I felt really guilty for awhile that I would ever come so close to killing an innocent creature that I love so so so much. But I’m working on getting over those feelings. 

Half a year later I moved in with my girlfriend and while I was at work she took these pictures of them. My cats and her are my little family I have dreamed of having. 