I ain’t gonna lie when I was first becoming acquainted with my medicine I didn’t hold much value in it at all. I was oblivious as to why my hospital visits were recurring.
I witnessed a lot of sz are at an intermediate state where they kind of respect their meds but think they don’t need it. Or think they can function without it.
Then you have a state that the patient is experiencing symptoms albeit still getting by. But miserable.
It starts with stabilizing the family. When my mom started becoming mentally ill years ago we treated her horrible. We abused her physically and did not know she was psychotic. We did not know how to treat her. All dad knew was work and I wasn’t doing well in school.
Fast forward the clock. I went thru what my mom did stubborn about it. Now father finally gained some perspective on how to go about composing a mentally family.
It starts with the education. Meth addicts like I once was we didn’t know our addiction would do so much damage until it was too late, death or prison bars.
I wish I knew what mental illness was. Before it affected me. No one taught me ■■■■ as I expected someone to. It’s like a hard self taught lesson unless you were lucky enough to have someone show you the path.