I could write a book on everything I’ve gone thru from childhood on, so much trauma, moving to a new place and new school every year. No stability @ home, or with maintaining long term friendships. It was hell. So much more hell in addition to the “normal” hell that life can bring. And of course the most recent horrific tragedy from 5 years ago, my son being diagnosed with sz.
It’s mind boggling that I’m still considered “sane” by society’s standards I guess. But am I really? I could just be one of those “functioning” schizophrenics.
Maybe because I know I need to stay strong and stay focused more than ever now. I don’t know how I keep going. I really should be in a straight jacket in a locked up padded cell.
I suffer from depression, but amazingly still functioning and doing what I need to do (to the best of my ability anyway).
I don’t get why I never snapped while younger and went into psychosis.
To be honest, I’ve never heard of any of this in my 20’s and 30’s, but it now seems to be an epidemic, especially within a certain age range.
Some days, though, it’s just really hard to “function”…but I don’t believe in meds so…