I have felt in the past as though I am being Gangstalked also. Every time I would read a post or comment on feddit, it felt purposefully directed at me. When I’d go on YouTube, videos looked customised to trigger me in whatever manner ‘they’ intended. I’d hear cars go past my house, sometimes beeping or tires screeching almost as if ‘they’ are mocking or communicating among another in orchestration. When I’d walk outside, props and people would be staged in such a way to manipulate my thinking and movements. I felt as though I was the victim of an organised program, with little dying glimpses of what their agenda for me was. It all felt very real, and to me it was real. Nothing my friends or family said could convince me otherwise of what my 5 senses told me. Not long later I found it made sense that such a program against me would also recruit the people closest to me, resulting in me avoiding what id previously thought to be my whole support structure. I was lost and alone in this world. I thought all it took was enough money or threats of safety to my loved ones for those loved ones to start victimising me also. This left me feeling very isolated. I stopped arriving to work, because of course if they turned my family and friends, they have already got my coworkers on their side. Things got dark for a while. My perception of time was warped as I had threats of safety and manipulation racing around my mind, I had no time to think about the clock. I’d sleep maybe once every 2 days without realising it without input from people around me…of course I didn’t believe the traitors version of time, I know how long a day is… no showers for a long time, not important, my life is more important to me… One day I got tired of being a victim. I decided I was going to show the orchestrators of my hell that I was going to call their bluff all day long. I left my house walking around my city for near a day or two (time is blurry at this time). If I saw a ‘recruit’ cross the road and walk towards me on the path, I would walk in their path and make them move out the way for me. When a car would beep at me as crossing the road, I’d put my middle finger up at them. When I’d hear or see impossible things, I’d go towards the source and explore. At the start of braving up to call ‘their’ bluff, I was petrified, terrified and feared for my life. I distinctly remember standing in front of someone’s house, looking up at what I believed to be the barrel of a sniper rifle aimed at my head. I stood there, taunting them to shoot me dead. I did this taunting for a good few minutes. No shots were fired. I walked and began my journey around the city of calling bluffs. Within a few hours I felt no fear, just what I can describe as an ecstasy like rush of confidence. I was the brave man taking on these ‘demons’ haunting my mind and life. Even though I was still being targeted, I knew these people were all bluff and no action, all they could do was scare me. I felt liberated and more relaxed, relaxed enough to start getting more regular sleep. Not before long my hygiene began to improve. I carried on facing the fears ‘they’ presented, regardless of the endless consequences I thought it may hold, whether it be prison, death or injury. There was never a consequence. Not a single one, apart from odd looks and demoralising comments from other people. I did this for years before any sign of an entity targeting me disappeared. It was over. Those years were filled with fear, there was no other option but fear. I could sit inside my home or go about my business allowing ‘them’ to target me experiencing fear the whole time. Or I could confront my fears. Either way, I had to fear regardless of my choice. If you are genuinely going through this frightening experience, I recommend you confront the source of your problem. You will always get an answer, and it will never be your worst feared outcome, that I guarantee. I’m not going to tell you you’re not experiencing the truth, and I’m also not going to say what you’re experiencing is the correct version of reality. I’m going to tell you to go find out for yourself. If you need to talk about anything just drop me a message

Edit: From several comments I’m receiving, I may not have made it clear that this is my past experience with delusions. I do find it sad that the main response in the comments to the blatant mental illness shown in my experience is others resorting to mocking and even finding it funny. It’s easy to point and shake your head at the crazy person on the street without offering help or a solution, but it’s much easier to just keep walking if you have nothing helpful to add. “You’re delusional” yes I’m glad you aren’t crazy enough to not see this, but it’s of no use to a delusional person, the experience is indistinguishable from reality.