I’m 55, I was diagnosed with paranoid schizophrenia in 1980. I have a bad back so I really can’t bend at the waist. I suffer from fatigue no matter how much sleep I get. I am 20 lbs. overweight ( but I am losing weight).
I am the shyest guy you’ll ever meet. I’m just a little above average in looks. I am not in shape.
I have no close friends but I’m friendly with most people at my boarding house. I don’t have a lot of money. I have to share a small room with another guy who stays up all night while I sleep and then spends most of the day in the room so I have little alone time and it makes my private phone calls very uncomfortable.
Am I happy?
You bet I am! This is the best I’ve felt in twenty years. My symptoms don’t intrude too much in my day, a lot of them have subsided. I am just discovering that I like people and I am curious and interested about other people and I love to talk to strangers. I often forget that I am ill. My disease is not my main worry.