A Poem: Disguise

The illness of schizophrenia
Is a master of disguise
It’s always something else
That you can never prove.


So true.

When I was psychotic, I told my Dad…

“It’s like I’m doing a London Cryptic Crossword 24/7, and I can’t get any answers!”

Psychosis always exhausted me until I’d have to be brought to the Hospital as I didn’t shave, shower, sleep or eat for days on end.

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