When my teenage son was diagnosed with schizoaffective disorder last April, I was still holding out hope, naively, that this would somehow go away on its own, that I would wake up and all symptoms would be gone. We have good days and in those moments my hearts hopes so desperately the moments will stay. But I always have a feeling that soon the other shoe will drop. Living in this cycle of hope and disappointment has crushed me; that I too live in a cycle of strength then out of know where I am lost and drowning. There really is no end-game, is there? This is my life now and if I am lucky, it will be a very long battle with my child because he is holding on and fighting for a life worth living. I will attend Harvard in the fall for a year of intensive research courses on mental illness/psychology then start my Ph.D. program in Clinical Psychology the following fall. I am 40 and I cannot effectively say I have the strength to do this; but for my son and for the care givers like us, I have to try. This is my life now and it has consumed me, my only hope is channeling that to help my son and others any way I can.
May I ask, is there anyone here that has a success story to share? A child or loved one living a decent life after diagnosis?