Nope, I had never struggled with psychosis prior to that event and I haven't really struggled with it since, aside from the fact that I still believe the delusions I was experiencing. Or rather, I attribute it to gaslighting which is terrifying itself. Google gaslighting and read some of the stuff people post about it on forums. It's a fucking AWFUL way to experience life.

I do feel part of it was PTSD and reintegration into civilian life. Some of my most humiliating moments happened during it all, like going door to door in my apartment complex and asking people if they were talking about me. Being outside for a cigarette when I heard a neighbor and his friend playing with the gun he had bought that day. He was on the third floor, so I stood at ground level beneath his balcony and yelled up at him for 30 minutes. Stuff like "YOU THINK YOU'RE TOUGH BECAUSE YOU HAVE A GUN?" and "NOBODY IS AFRAID OF YOU!" A bunch of the neighbors came out to talk to me because wtf was happening, and I just told them "it's just a little confrontation..." nonchalantly. Truthfully, I was trying to get him to step outside and shoot me.

Equally embarrassing was apologizing to the guy the next day, but he would always nod with respect whenever I saw him after that because I told him I was in the military and that it was PTSD that set me off.

The brain is fucking terrifying when it gets out of whack.