As you may have noticed I was not okay last night. I woke up two hours ago and my meds have kicked in. I wrote the introduction for my thesis, and once my mentor and the lab manager read it I will write my proposed methods for the IRB.
I feel like ■■■■ man. I do well, I don’t always feel well. It looks like I am well. I am messed up but I am proud of being very outstanding given what is wrong with me.
I’m looking at PhD programs. I make the cut for decent but not top tier schools. That is something I have going for me.
Today is leg day but my negative symptoms are flaring up. I’m gonna make myself do it. It took me an hour to get out of bed today. I read my manuscript to boost my self esteem a bit. I think it’s well written. I wake up needing my morning Geodon and I just read my work to show myself who I am, not what is wrong with me.
It’s sort of shitty man. My girlfriend broke up with me last weekend and I’m lonely and want to drink and smoke but I quit both of those destructive pastimes three weeks ago. I did cave in and drink the day she broke it off. My friend and his girlfriend took me to our favorite bar and he paid the tab, I’ve done the same for him and he reminded me of it.
I’m just feeling ■■■■■■ up. I am ■■■■■■ up. I admit it.
I need to get my intense lifting routine in (you’ve seen how seriously I take that stuff) and relax today. Last night I was just out of my mind. I hadn’t slept well the night before. Like three hours.
I don’t know dude. I carry a bit of power due to my academic performance and physical strength and social skills. It comes with responsibility. I’ve been in a study on highly functioning people with this illness and a publishing company is going to fly down here and make a short documentary featuring me, mouse! Like I said, I do well, I don’t always feel well.
I don’t know when to stop talking. I guess I will exercise like hell today to get my ■■■■ out. Leg day and then boxing. Then I’ll probably see if any of my friends want to hangout. They know me as a person, not a schizophrenic, they saw me grow up and fall and then recover. They understand.
It’s inspiring to see you holding up despite what you endure, and your past is remarkable. You went from homeless to healthy. You beat the odds.
I hate having to throw in the towel some days. Like today. I have a little fight in me, just enough to do my workout. I look at all of the stacks of books and articles around me and realize that they got me here, my insight is what keeps me afloat. I can’t even focus enough to read a whole chapter or article right now. Well maybe an article, if it’s about a construct I am familiar with.
Sorry to vent. Things have been rough. Yesterday was a hell of a day. I still feel funny. My parents noticed how sick I was last night. My meds had worn off. I know that to be certain when the akathisia is gone. When my left leg doesn’t have tremors, and I’m hallucinating and thinking strangly and saying strange things, it’s nightmare time. I’m tensing said left leg up because the tremors as back. That’s what I’m happy about right now.