All started with a Facebook message to a colleague. Must have said something to offend colleague. He got pretty angry with me and I didn’t take this very well. I was worried he was spreading things about me to his friends. I felt guilty and I knew they would hate me for it if they did find out. I kept writing in an attempt to prove that I didn’t mean what I said and it spiralled out of control. I couldn’t stop writing. It was continuous except when I was at work. I was jumping from one topic to the next. One minute I was writing abusive messages, the next minute I was telling weird “funny” stories. I must have sent piles and piles of messages. I had to ask him to block my account to stop me from doing it. He didn’t block it for a while. There were a number of times when I was crying in the toilets at work because I just couldn’t stop writing. I accused him of bullying me and that is when he blocked my account. I finally stopped. But when I caught him complaining about me to another colleague, I used another account to contact him again to justify myself. I again couldn’t stop writing until he went and complained to my manager. And during the whole time while this was happening, my colleagues complained a number of times why I was staring into space. And why I was “laughing”. I wasn’t laughing, I was smiling at the random thoughts in my head but they found it “disturbing”. Was feeling confused, lacked concentration and was unable to focus, was making mistakes on easy tasks at work. Was snapping at family a lot. TV program (Doctors) appeared to be repeating the events of my day. For instance, there was a kidnapping storyline that went on for several weeks. I identified with the kidnappers (my colleague was the victim). When the victim escaped I saw it as a sign to stop writing. Although I didn’t completely stop, I regained some control over it. Felt as though I could experience other peoples moods and symptoms. For example, I thought I was feeling warm because my colleague was wearing too many layers of clothing. Or I was feeling “high” because I thought a colleague of mine was on drugs. Was noticing more coincidences like these. Lots of hypersexual thoughts. For example, things said by a colleague seemed to have sexual connotations. Also thought someone was stalking me on the tube. Names, colours, billboards and numbers all seemed to take on special meaning. Felt like I was being watched, that my colleagues were plotting against me to remove me from my job. But at the same time I knew this wasn’t true but I couldn’t help the way I felt. Not usually a spiritual person. Felt mentally agitated and restless and was going to the toilet hundred times a day (irritable bowel). Didn’t have this problem at home, only at work. Went to bed at around 10pm and woke up at around 3:30am to 4:00am every work morning and still never felt tired. Ate very little. Was reading into things too much. Difficulty in verbally stringing sentences together, muddled, incoherent speech, so I needed to keep answers short. Difficulty expressing my emotions. My colleagues were telling me I wasn’t focusing on my job and I agreed to see a councillor. Councillor referred me to a psychiatrist. At the time my experiences were feeling very real and I wasn’t able to tell something was wrong. I saw the psychiatrist at the end of March and although at the time I felt it was a real appointment with the psychiatrist, I later started to believe that my colleagues were listening in on the conversation. It then felt like a set up interview like in my favourite movie (I did tell a colleague about the movie). In the movie the girl was interviewing for a place at university. I was sent home sick. But in my mind I didn’t believe I was sent home sick despite the fact that I was told I wasn’t well. I thought it was some kind of a joke and that I was being sent home and was going to go back to a new job. I started looking up SPR salaries as I thought I was being promoted as a doctor. But by the end of the week the excitement changed to fear. Fear because I started to realise that this wasn’t true. I then started to believe that I had done something wrong, that the police were after me because I had been downloading music of the internet and watching movies. I deleted all music from my music player because I felt guilty. I also asked my brother to stop downloading music off the internet because our neighbours (part of neighbourhood watch) were onto us. Then I asked my mother to stop buying films from the market for the same reason. I thought my computer at home was being monitored closely because I couldn’t delete my internet history. Always been anxious and paranoid. Used to take Paxil for social anxiety in the past. But this time the anxiety and fear was a hundred times more intense. And just under a year before all this happened, I took St Johns Wort on and off for about 6 months. At this point a particular TV program started holding specific significance to me. Everything that happened to me during my day at work was being reflected on this TV program. I did not think anything of it at the time because I didn’t have any delusions until it was caught in April 2010.