Instead of giving my whole life story and boring everyone I’ll make this as short as humanly possible. I was born with Schizophrenia and have had GaD since as far back as I can remember, maybe even as a baby. I was born blue (Which means I was born without oxygen.) I was without oxygen for several minutes and doctors had to race against the clock to try to save my life. As we all know, they succeeded but it took several minutes for them to get me breathing and I probably lost a lot of brain cells in the process. I have difficulty remembering sometimes, events that happened just a few minutes ago. I am learning disabled and possibly autistic (They never found out because testing didn’t exist in the mid 1980s like it does today and you cannot be tested as an adult for autism.)
Since about the age of seven or eight I’ve been massively depressed and my father started drinking alcohol. He still drinks to this day. When he started drinking he completely changed and physically and verbally abused me from seven or eight all the way until I moved out of his house when I was twenty seven. He’s hit my mother in front of me before as well and my mother was always my world.
But I’ve had anxiety issues since as far back as I can remember and they still linger to this day. I’ve suffered from chronic panic attacks almost my entire life and still to this day. In fact, my GAD is so bad doctors don’t know how to treat it. I’ve had dozens of counseling sessions, been tried on dozens of anti anxiety medications, and even became a devout Calvinist as an adult. Despite finding God, despite being tried on every med under the sun, despite being so paranoid and afraid all day every day, despite all of the abuse I’ve suffered. I’m still here, I’m still alive. But, being alive I’m hoping somebody can understand here, sucks.
Schizophrenia is not a fun illness to have to live with. Neither is GAD. Everyday you live through is another struggle, one after the other and its a wonder why so many Schizophrenics are victims of suicide.
Nobody understands us, everybody thinks we’re psychotic (I am. I get psychotic frequently and have had to been hospitalized multiple times for psychotic issues but its still not a fun label.)
Nobody understands what its like to hear voices and how sometimes they can be comforting other times, scary as hell. Nobody understands what its like to be delusional about every living thing, Nobody understands what its like to completely lose it, or to sometimes have homicidal thoughts towards the people you love that you have to fight against.
Nobody understands us, or me. And I don’t even understand me or what’s going on. It royally sucks. And when you have manic episodes (I’m mixed I have both Schizophrenia and Bipolar disorder) what its like to not sleep for weeks and weeks at a time which, makes your psychotic symptoms way worse. Nobody understands what it feels like because you’re a danger to yourself or others. Or to strapped down to a hospital bed for attempting to escape and assaulting the staff. Nobody understands the fear of being permanently hospitalized and being placed away from the people you love and care about. Nobody understands what its like to feel like you’re faking your mental illness when, its impossible to fake being psychotic. You would have to be a REALLY good liar.
Just… nobody understands. Nobody knows what its like. They think their minor issues of depression or losing a job or something is the end of the world. They don’t know what its like to have a mental illness that… cannot be cured and for many years we were just locked up in hospitals and put asleep all day because nobody knew what else to do with us. Nobody understands what its like to have your very soul sucked away by manic depression. Its NOTHING like being depressed.
Just… nobody knows and you know what? It sucks. SO much! And its NO wonder we often die of suicide! Life’s problems just are not even remotely close to what its like living with Schizoprenia.
Doctors think they understand and they’ve gotten us figured out, but they have NO idea.
Anyway, I’m sick of this. I want my life to be over (Not suicidal just through whatever means God wants me to die) I just cannot stop worrying about everything, I constantly feel like I’m dying and the only thing you have left to look forward to is when you’re finally set free.
Can anyone relate? Or am I just so psychotic and pathetic that I just cannot be understood?