Here’s to 30 years of hallucinations, delusions, failures in school, work, and romance, weight gain, living in the best and worst parts of town, seeing prosperity and ending up in poverty, doing bad things to people because of how deluded I was, gaining and losing friends, psych ward visits and ultimately ending up in a group home. In spite of all that there were good moments that were worth having, and moments I’ll treasure although they are probably mainly behind me now. After 30 years of psychosis I don’t know how it started or how to get rid of the voices for good. However I can make them less terrible and nowadays usually get along with them OK. So I lift a glass of diet soda and hope the next 30 years go by with me dying a natural death and no knowledge of anybody else in my family being as sick as me.
Me too @Blizzard. Only with me, its 40 years. Cheers!!
My brother looks at me with envy: all schizophrenics do is sit around and smoke cigarettes and drink coffee. He has no idea.
lmao
Is this an anniversary?
I don’t no longer know when mine would be.
There are ways that you don’t wanna go, that is what I was convinced of.
Dying of a stroke is a very emotionless death.
How important are your last seconds before you are dead to you?
Approximate day the voices began. If there’s anyone around to see me die I want to say goodbye, but not by suicide letter.
What about blind people, and truly physical disabled people who can’t even write. I understand it’s tough but at least it’s far better than when
You just started having them. You can cope Better. Share that knowledge
In my town it’s very dangerous to jaywalk. I rarely do it. A police officer stopped me once and I stopped. I’m a good boy!
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