My view of reality is a bit deluded

I was 15 years old at that time when I had that delusion, now I have symptoms of severe Unspecified Personality Disorder and Bipolar 1 Disorder.

I had a delusion that corrupted military police were going after me, and there was police brutality everywhere that was too exaggerated, and that it was the end of the world as serial killers were going to kill a lot of people.

Have you tried philosophy? Sounds like you might fit right in Descartes, Spinoza, Bergson... 

That's me, I said that.

I think everyone has moments where life can seem dark. Nobody can be happy all of the time. It's important to understand that some things can be normal. It could be from a conversation, something we've seen on t.v., a general feeling or mood, the weather or even hormones that can cause us to see things a little differently sometimes. We all have different personalities and they may be different to our family and friends. The important thing is you need to look for positive aspects in your daily life even if it is something that seems small.

Funny, a year after someone said exactly the same thing on a forum more appropriate.

My view of reality is a bit deluded - Unusual Beliefs - Schizophrenia.com

Too many Young Women who want to remain Little Girls their entire life.

Different people have different realities. Realities which were forged in the School Playgrounds. That's the long and short of it.

oh perhaps you just see the world for the truth of what it is?
whoever told you that your deluded and then claimed the world is a super happy place full of love and rainbows, they are the deluded ones. 

I’m not an expert but I think that delusions don’t respond to the logical knowledge of the one deluded.  

I had my first derealization at fifteen.  It may have been a stressful time for me at school with exams and apparent bullying ; in addition the vicious tidal wave of puberty had arrived.  Looking back, my ASD may have played a part.  Whatever the reason, one dark November evening I felt the shock of the most appalling ‘insight’ into what I was and what everything meant.  I had the shocking ‘revelation. that all my perceptions were really just imaginary concoctions of my brain.  
It was as if up to that point I had unknowingly relied on a sense of ‘being looked after’ but now I had just found out that anything that might have kept me safe didn’t exist after all.  

You are as real as I am but my body is more real to me than yours.  
Your words on my phone screen are the only representation of you to me.  I am literal in my perception so I am not getting the literal feeling version of you.  You feel your heart beat, you sense your feelings.  I have to work on logic as my guide not my literalism. 

I keep a video diary of good and bad days.  I make a special effort for the ‘neutral’ and good days because my default is to perceive the negative

do you mean in like a cynical untrusting, "everyone has ulterior motives", and "whats behind closed doors?" kind of way??