It is my fourth week of school and as a result of being around people, and having even a little purpose, I can feel myself very slowly coming alive. Since April 2014 when I dropped out, I’ve been in a spiritual/emotional/social coma. I went to the park that I had been to at least twenty times during my dead months/years, and it was a different park. In contrast to the busy-ness that I see on campus every day, it was still, alive, and content.
I don’t believe for a second that a person who had a severe psychotic break as a teenager, like myself, cannot become readjusted to an active, meaningful lifestyle.