confused

I was pretty psychotic this morning (there is work being done on the apartment above us, and I wanted to run up there and scream at the workers), along with lying in bed, totally convinced I was a character in someone's story. It makes sense- why I have the life I do, all the unexplainable but screwed up things that happen to me, but how I always seem to make it out okay (I'm an atheist, don't believe in God... when I did believe in God, my life was hell. Now that I'm an atheist, my life is much better). I lay in bed for a while, totally convinced of this. I fell back asleep, woke up, thought I was drugged and paralyzed but really was fine. I've been up for a while now, and as the day goes on I feel a bit better. I'm still having bouts of anger (I swear, they are doing nothing upstairs but hammering on the floor, then dropping a couple bowling balls and repeat) but the psychosis is getting better. I'm probably going to take a nap... I'm just tired.