So I’m sitting outside on my computer at !2:00 a.m. I’m under some windows at my residence and some lady who I didn’t know starts screaming in her room. Not because of me. But wow, she really went off. Then 5 minutes later another guy that I know a little walks by me and stands out in front of the house and some cops pull up. I overhear them talking and it turns out that he called them himself to take him to the psyche ward. I feel for them, they are suffering. But I’m not used to this ■■■■. I thought I gave this up. I lived on my own for the last 20 years in society in non-mental health housing. I forgot about this stuff and how it goes on. Unnerving and scary and very sobering. I don’t look down on my neighbors, I’m just not used to it. I went though all this and worse in my twenties. I think a crack-up at age 55 would be worse than losing it when I was in my twenties and thirties. I believe we get more rigid mentally as we age and our brains are not as pliable and our minds are not as resilient. Oh well.
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That’s sad Nick. I feel bad for that guy but at least he was together enough to ask for help himself.
Being a witness to that must really underscore how far you’ve come in the many years since you were diagnosed.
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Knock on wood that I’m past that for good.
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It is not fun to be reminded of that for sure. At least you live in California kidding. I hope it doesn’t happen often.
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I live in NYC apartment building neighborhood. like 200 people within a few feet from me. it can get dreadfully crazy.
sometimes, cool light noises though.