In your post, you mentioned You experienced hallucinations. What sort of hallucinations? Can you describe them?
I spent 3 months totally alone once.
No television, no game console, no internet, all my friends had moved out of town, and I was scraping by on half of my former paycheck to finish paying out my lease. I went to work, went to the grocery store, and that was it. My car was broken for about 3 of those weeks as well, so I was walking 2 miles to work, standing for 9 hours, and walking 2 miles back.
I did a lot of heavy drinking at that time. I was going through a breakup from a relationship that spanned 2/3rds of my life . I also wasn't eating much. To the point that I remember finding a bag of peppermint candies in the the kitchen and rationing them out. Some weeks I wouldn't eat at all, and I'd only eat on the weekends, with a lot of whiskey in the between.
I talked to exactly 1 person during that 90 day time period. An old friend online I used to talk to on Skype.
I used to talk to myself in my apartment in the hallway and in the kitchen just to hear a voice.
I knew in my right mind that there was nobody there and that the shadow people I would see weren't really there, but I was very much not in my right mind during that time. People are so socially isolated now that I would even talk to myself at the grocery store sometimes. That actually became a habit that took me about a year to stop. I didn't realized I'd normalized it as I had. Under enough psychological and physical stress, hallucinations occur. The whole of the experience is sort of brain fogged over now, as it's been nearly 10 years since then. That was probably about the closest I ever got to actually killing myself. Skype friend told me she was beginning to worry because I had far too much self control to endure what I was enduring at the length that I was enduring it for.
The thing is, that going into it, I never thought it would be as bad as it got.
I thought it'd just be a couple months to myself and everything would be fine, that I'd save money by not having internet and eating less. And while that part was true, The first part definitely was not true. My family when I moved back home at the end of it, told me I looked like I'd just been released from an institution because I was slim, and hardly talking besides whispering to myself. I thought that was ironic and funny, because they were saying I looked like I got released from one, and I was feeling like maybe I should be going into one.
Gradually, with proper food and rest, and some minimal but to moderate socializing, I got better.
