Surviving Schizophrenia
From Death To Life. Again
It’s been ten years since I was first diagnosed.
I wish I could say its gotten easier.
Some days are really hard.
I am on medication, but it doesn’t stop the voices.
They tell me I’m not enough. And that I am going to kill myself.
They are lies. I know that much.
But sometimes they repeat their rhetoric relentlessly, and I get swept up in their current.
I am no longer delusional.
Thank the heavens.
I can’t begin to tell you all the things I thought were once true, that I now know, are not true. It’s funny how one can believe the wildest of things.
Good news: I work part time.
I have a great job, and great support at work, but its been a long road.
I have been hospitalized over ten times in the last ten years, and spent three months in prison during a psychotic episode I had that lasted months.
The lows have been very low, and the highs have been very high.
I still remember the time that I thought I was communicating in my mind with various people, including Kanye West.
