My heart goes out to those poor souls. I have bipolar disorder so I know how difficult life can be. I don’t have paranoid delusions or hear voices but it can be hard.
Take care of yourself.
I grew up with an uncle who had schizophrenia, and if he didn’t take his meds he went quickly off the rails into the wildest paranoid delusions.
The medication had side effects that he didn’t like, but they were better than hurting himself or the rest of us.
He was a good, gentle man when he wasn’t sick.