I was never without symptoms.
At a pretty young age I had hallucinations and a “person” telling me hateful things and threatening to kill my dog if I didn’t comply with his bizarre request. Like touching a pickle jar three times before I went to school, dumb but terrifying stuff like that.
I would tell my mom stories about the things I saw and heard, she got scared and thought I was possessed. Did wonders for my little psyche.
Later I started therapy and but I didn’t keep up the medications or the doctors appointments in college and had a monster episode and had to be hospitalized for a while.
Now I’m in my thirties and things are bad, but more even. So I guess that’s better? Who knows.
It really is different for everybody, even if we have a lot of similarities.