Hello, everyone. All of this talk about Schizophrenia reminds me of a very peculiar event in my life. I landed myself in the hospital after a pretty wicked motorcycle crash several years back. Amazingly, the only injury I suffered was a coma that lasted for a little over 24 hours, despite having left a trail in the dirt from where my head/helmet landed. My ride, on the other hand, was totaled.
For the next couple days, I began seeing the most unbelievable things. Objects around the house would move of their own volition, sometimes in ways that should not have been physically possible. Shadowy figures roamed about nonchalantly, as if permanent room mates of mine that I'd simply failed to notice until that point. Most remarkably, an extra-dimensional being (which I initially pegged to be an alien until it informed me that it was a spirit/dead thing) had begun interacting with me, doing everything from shaking my hand with its tendrils to projecting vivid images on my walls and ceilings (some horrific, others magnificent). It 'burrowed' through my walls and ceilings, exposing what I assumed was its 'home' through the crumbled-away holes it made (which would disappear when it retreated and closed them back up again). All traces of these comings and goings disappeared shortly after; I could even, at one point, feel the grittiness of the plaster 'melt away' in my fingertips. Naturally, no one else saw, felt, or heard these things, and those who stayed to keep an eye on me were quite unnerved. Even more disturbing to them, I think, were my attempts to get them to acknowledge the existence of these things by having them interact in various ways.
I was delighted to no end to be making contact with what I assumed were sentient non-humans, and so when these hallucinations faded, so, too, did my sense of elation. I've had mild hallucinations before, but they were all very brief and barely perceptible. More importantly, they were far more frightening or unnerving than they were anything else; nothing like this last experience. I had been told in the past by my old psychologist that I show Schizoid-type symptoms, but they were more a result of the extreme stress I was under than true signs of Schizophrenia. I'm pretty confident in his assessment.
My friends and family were happy to see the moment pass. I, on the other hand... well, it brought about a very new perspective on my previous ideas about mental illness. I understand now, I think, the disconnect between people who see a person's condition as an illness and a person's feeling that their condition is a significant and pleasant part of who they are. Had my hallucinations become permanent, and medication offered me, I doubt I would have accepted it. I believe I'd have been far too preoccupied with experiencing all that these imaginary beings had to offer, entranced by the almost magical awe I felt when dealing with them.
I suppose this is a very roundabout way of saying so, but essentially, the idea of a VN about mental illness fascinates me greatly. I would also be willing to offer various first-hand accounts and descriptions about my experiences with hallucinations, should anyone request them.
In any case, I'm very curious to see how this project turns out

I wish everyone working on it the best of luck.