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Some excerpts from someone with Schizoaffective Disorder (Ongoing) Free

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Today I am going to group. It has been awhile since I have been to group. It’s cold and I don’t really feel like going because of the weather. However, I do want to go for my mental health and to see everyone. It’s relaxing to be there. I thought it was Friday. Today is Thursday. I don’t feel foolish. It is what it is. I’m okay. My mom and I are going to go to some stores.

I just got done exercising for 40 minutes. I have to do 20 more minutes, for today, and then I will be done. I have energy, but I want to sleep. Did exercising give me energy? I stayed on the treadmill for 12 minutes. After that I did 8 minutes of weight training.

Nature is nice. If I could be a botanist I would. I like gardening and plants. I haven’t done it in a while though. Since I got sick with the Schitz. 

My mind feels a bit clearer as I write. However, when I type my mind still feels jumbled. I guess writing by hand is the way to go. I feel stronger. I feel healthier. I feel less congested of the things that plague me.

I’m cold, because it’s cold outside. It’s also cold inside the store. I like it better inside the car. It wasn’t really me who noticed the carts on the other side. My mind went to them and my eyes. My mom miraculously said she noticed them after I noticed them. Weird. We had been to this store more than once, but both of us noticed the carts for the same day. Anyways school starts back in January. On the 9th of January to be exact. I’m ready I think. Well first the break comes. — I did my assignments early, so technically I am on break now. I think I got some help from someone in my mind.

My mind feels like it has very much in it. It felt like it might pop or burst. I wish I could feel better than I do now. I feel very sick; like I might die. It’s hot and cold. What can I do? Take medicine? What kind that I have not already taken? Am I doomed to always feel this way? What’s wrong with this body? As though a miracle; relief rushes through me. Is it because I write in this notebook instead of typing? Typing seems to make it worse. I need to write more often :).

I took a nap and I feel very much better. I wanted to cry, however my mind feels relaxed. I’m grateful for a pen and paper. As well as prenatal vitamins with DHA and Folic acid. Well I take the gummies, but they help even though I’m not pregnant and never have been.

I slept all day. I am finally up. I write again and as I do I feel much better.

I have energy and I would like to go on a keto diet. I will. I can’t wait to buy salmon, chicken breast and other foods.

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Some excerpts from someone with Schizoaffective Disorder 

Can I become one with myself
It seems like my mind is in stealth mode when it comes to my health
Fighting and fighting
As well as fleeing
What can I do when it comes to my well being
(Unfinished poem)

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