The Psychic Bubble. For as long as I can remember, I’ve… | by Andre V. | Aug, 2025

For as long as I can remember, I’ve experienced my psyche as a kind of bubble — my personal field where everything around me interacts with me.

During psychosis, this experience became complicated.
It felt like rays were coming at me from all directions. Then the schizophrenia: people appearing like little figures, as if I could read their thoughts, voices speaking in my head.
I still don’t automatically see this as “illness.” In this regard, I feel closer to the Hearing Voices movement, which challenges the idea that voices must always be pathological.

But the bubble also comes with risks.
In manic phases, I saw signs where none existed. That mania returned again and again, sometimes lasting for long periods. When I was too heavily “penetrated” by impressions, depression followed. It felt like rays were carving into me, dissecting me from within.

What I’ve learned is this: it’s important to “switch” in your head. Block the voices, dampen the impressions. Don’t let the ball bounce back and forth uncontrollably — try to steer it consciously, as much as possible.

The bubble is not only a burden. It can also bring joy.
Especially through art and music, I feel the “vibes” and resonances I need in life. Without them, the world would be cold.
In this way, the bubble becomes a space of resonance, giving me warmth and inspiration.

This is my personal, layman’s psychology. Of course, psychology goes deeper — with all the biological processes happening inside us. But for me, the image of the bubble remains essential. It explains my experience better than any clinical diagnosis.