Prehaps I should have listened all them years ago when I believed a dead princess had access to my brain and could use satellite technology to talk to me. But, no I couldn’t conceive of the notion that I was possibly schizophrenic. No not me, I rationalized that they meant it was possible told myself I would be fine about a year after this notion formed. It’s now seven years after the notion formed and man do I wish I had listened. I’ve humiliated myself to everyone and well nobody because nobody reads my tweets but everyone because there’s now two years of nobody listening.
Schizophrenia
Right so now I’ve moved on seven years and the delusion and hallucination has formed itself into everything about me and I’ve had medication that makes me see reality, they say everyone deserves a second chance right, does chance at the real world instead of only one I can see count? Regardless of the unlikable person my illness had made me because a symptom is social isolation and I pushed everybody away.
Thinking of putting a diary here, one that carries my journey a diary like I first planned for this site but of a different sort. You know a place for a not very interesting person to babble. Prehaps taking my baby steps to recovery building something new.
Lisa the water spinner 