This gives me so many flashbacks to when my housemate had his first serious psychotic break. It sort of crept up over a few months of him acting more and more irrational and weird, and then he started being convinced that there were gangs in the neighborhood after him and he started sleeping on our floor with a sword in case they tried breaking in to his room overnight ... and he was talking to God, and the Devil. He made Satan lunch a few times. Satan liked Sriracha sauce. And then he became sure he was the antichrist and had to sacrifice himself to save humanity, and he was looking for pieces of wood to make into a cross and nails to hammer in, and that's when we called 911 and he got committed for a few weeks. Meds help. For him, they don't make it totally go away, but they make it controllable, make him able to realize it's not real. It's been 5 years now and he's doing a lot better.