I survive, sometimes even thrive or conquer, not only what life throws at me but what my own mind does to me. It makes it hard to believe I’m sick. But I have to believe I’m sick everyday in order to stay on my meds. It’s a sad part of our illness. We have to remind ourselves everyday that we’re sick. We can’t enjoy being well or we’ll go off track. Everyday we have to believe we’re sick and it’s sad.
That’s so true @Leaf.
I have to remind myself that I’m not well.
Like you said, if I live my life carefree, there is a good chance that I will fall and get destabilized.
We can only do our best and keep on trying to remain stable.
for me i dont have to try to believe im sick. its evident to me in so many ways 
It gets very tiring. I tire of hearing ppl complain about having to go to work when I would give anything to be able to work.
The loneliness is what kills me. I do have trouble keeping myself in check and try hard not to listen to the voices, but no matter what we are who we are. It’s really easy to believe everything you’re experiencing is real. I think most normies don’t realize how hard it is to try to keep a grip.
I am thankful for human goodness. It comes along once in a while. When the truth be known to others that we do have this challenging disease, we give them a few months to get to know us as functioning people (when we are). I’m an incurable romantic. I still have my sights on human fulfillment in my human lifetime. I have the persistence of a rhinoceros. This rhino runs with a limp, but he still gets his damn way. “I won’t let you leave my love behind” (“Everybody’s Talking at Me”).
It reminds me of the mythology story of Pandoras box. When all evils of the world came out of pandoras box and the earth was doomed there was something else unexpected in the box. HOPE
And sometimes you loose hope. The darkness of the whole world can’t extinguish the light of a candle.
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