I’ve come this damn far and I ain’t giving up now. I’m not even talking about schizophrenia. I mean personally. You don’t go through being hospitalized 10 or 11 times, live in group homes for 5 years and live in a board & care home for two years in the bad part of town without picking up a little knowledge. I’ve paid my dues with sharing a cramped room with some idiot who was in the army and lived on the streets for 8 months.
With people trying my door all the time when I’m on the computer in my own room or half asleep in the middle of the night. Crazy bas*ards, it spooked my roommate too. Where you can’t go to the bathroom or take a shower in peace. But that’s the past. They all thought no one was scared of me. They all thought I couldn’t be aggressive. They all looked bugged when I greeted the guys delivering our meds from the pharmacy and they greeted me back with friendly respect.
They were pissed when I made friendly innocent comments to the woman at the home when she wanted to know where to buy her favorite soda. I did all those things and more when just months before I felt pretty bad about life and wondered if I would make it. I live for those moments. The people there were cool, I’ll give them that, and I liked most of them. But I have to live and enjoy life too. End of rant.