Hot take/confession: I kinda liked my aberrant salience.

I posted this in r/schizophrenia too (since that’s what I’m diagnosed with, but I feel like I’m right on the border between schizophrenia and schizotypal), but I thought you guys might also understand.

Ever since antipsychotic medication has started somewhat working for me, I’ve gotten to realize how I actually kinda liked my aberrant salience. Now I feel like I’ve lost a part of me. I miss seeing meaning, connections, and patterns everywhere, where nothing was insignificant. It’s like it helped me make sense of the world.