I was just thinking back to when I went off to college, when I was 18.
Thinking about my undergrad years makes me sad sometimes, because I realize how much more fun I could’ve had, had I not been so mentally ill. Depression/SI (including suicide attempts), mania, psychotic symptoms, ugh.
I could say the same for my high school years, though, minus the suicide attempts, though I was strongly suicidal for most of high school.
I was horribly ill in med school, kind of embarrassing to think back on my manic behavior and psychotic behavior (first psychotic break). ■■■■ my med school classmates, though, most of them anyway.
That was all a long time ago, graduated high school 22 years ago, left med school 17 years ago, but sometimes I feel like MI has cheated me out of so damn much, and it makes me sad.
I was capable of having a sort of okay study time…but i partly havent been able to raise my own kid, have a career, i have lost friends and some family, a partner and stepchild. Trust. It feels sad and unfair.
I was a U.S. Navy intelligence specialist from 1982 through 1985. I loved the job, but I became delusional (paranoia) and was discharged. I sometimes reflect on what could have been, but I also realize that it may have been a blessing in disguise. Either way, it’s history.
“When one door of happiness closes, another opens; but often we look so long at the closed door that we do not see the one which has been opened for us.” --Helen Keller
It makes me sad if I get cardiovascular disease. Prematurely. Since I know it would be due to the meds.
Apart from that I don’t get too sad
Except the years that have gone by since 2016.
But I try to say its for a good reason. A bit of loneliness and nothingness will be needed to appreciate the somethings Ness of my future. If it is a good future
Thanks for the nice quote. I think i have also gained things. F.e. I know much better whom and what i find important now. Cant always live by it. But i know. I also have much deeper conversations with people now. Got some beautiful people into my life.
I feel cheated. Worst thing is you cannot really talk to people about it, as we’re forced to suffer in silence as in any social setting, telling anyone the reason you’re suffering - Schizophrenia - will only make things worse than they already are
Yes. It actually hit me earlier today. A coworker was talking about how she has 3 jobs, and oddly enough i envy her ability to do that. I used to be able to. But now no way i can barely do my part time hours and even then i really shouldnt but i dont have a choice.