I knew a gal that was paranoid schzofrenic. A VERY beautiful gal (late twenties). Was very pleasant and normal when she was on her meds. I never saw her off of her meds, but heard stories about her after she moved away. Pounding on the neighbor’s doors in the middle of the night to have them stop spying on her. Riding 200 miles on a bus to try to talk to the university president to stop their mind-control research on her, going down to the local police station and screaming at them because they were, of course, all in on it. Really sad.
So many very sad stories in this world.
If they don’t give us at least a momentary gratitude pause for having relatively sound minds/bodies, something’s wrong.
Maybe in this girl’s case drugs were at the bottom of it, or not, and we’ll likely never know.
Hope your acquaintance got herself sorted out eventually . . .