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.

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I sit on this brown couch, Typing, Typing. My back hurts. My mind comes with pain. Schizophrenia and my mental health. They tell me different things. Should I write this? Should I write that? Should I erase this? Is it wrong to write this is it wrong to have an opinion? Why do they keep on bothering me? Is it because I have been chosen? Is it because of something else? At the end it does not matter, I have become healthier. Healthier to write this. Healthier to do things on my own. 

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The Car moves backwards. My eyes close slowly. I try to stay up, but my head tilts. However, I am not asleep yet. The cars go forward after the street light changes to green. 

Now at a building that sells phones. The drivers door open. I am left to be alone. My head continues it's tilts. I am still not asleep yet. 

Someone unlocks the door and once I change I lay down. I don't fall asleep.

I have to go out again...

Now I'm out again, but my eyes are open. I'm less sleepy, or not sleepy at all. 

This life does not seem so bad.

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She lays in bed and types. However, she is not sure what to type, and she only has the title. She is unsure if she can write a story.

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Notice* Hi, before you continue, this story is one of schizophrenia. It is based on a true story. However, a few things have been changed. Do not read, if you are frightened easily or are delusional. Research the illness, if you would like. :) Thank you for reading. These notices are important.

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“Easy there, watch where you're going.” 

What a drunk, I have turned out to be. I waved the guy off and turned towards my vehicle. 

“Wait you're not going to drive are you?”  

What a nuisance. Of course, I am. I've got my keys. I've got the door ready to open. I've got work in the morning. I've got too many things, and I am ready for too many things. “Yes, I am, and I am fine to do so.” 

“Okay, look, lady, you're crazy. Give me some time to get on the road, and out of the way before you venture out.” 

Well, I'll be...I'm crazy? I looked at the young guy and smiled.

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Notice* Hi, before you continue, this story is one of schizophrenia. It is based on a true story. However, a few things have been changed. Do not read, if you are frightened easily or are delusional. Research the illness, if you would like. :) Thank you for reading. These notices are important.

Prologue

I thought it was there a minute ago. It's okay, it'll come back to me. Would it not?  

“Ms. Peterson, what is the answer? If you do not know, pay more attention.” This teacher's words cut sharp into my heart and mind. Confusion enveloped me. I knew it. “What do you think those study guides are for?” 

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Notice* Hi, before you continue, this story is one of schizophrenia. It is based on a true story. However, a few things have been changed. Do not read, if you are frightened easily or are delusional. Research the illness, if you would like. :) Thank you for reading. These notices are important.

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A bridge connected us. There were two cities. You had to cross the bridge if you wanted to go to the opposite city. 

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Have you ever tried to close your eyes for a long period of time? Or ball your fist up tightly? Maybe point at an object and name it. Can you point at an object while remember where it is and naming it? With schizophrenia it’s hard. I can’t hold a thought long enough before it is taken away and gobbled up by the voices. Or when I try to do something the pain keeps me in bed and it...it hurts. It is horrible. They make choices for me...

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Prologue

He's gone, and I don't think I will ever see him again. A small dog. A dog that I adored, but not enough. My mind played tricks on me. How? Well an illness occurred and at the time of giving him up, I didn't realize just how much I shouldn't have given him up, until he was in the back of a van, and I was with tears streaming down my face. The cries were of no use my will was gone. I wish he were here with me. I cry to have him, but I feel only a little of me having him. I can't recall many things. It must be because of my illness. He was a wonderful dog though. It was very nice being around him. He did things that made me laugh. He did things that all were really fine with me. Maybe not the ones of the home, but Dynamite was the boom. He was explosive. He moved around much sometimes. He sometimes barked very much at the people of the house. That's why I named him that. A chiweenie, and the cutest one ever. White and Tan. I will always want him to be with me.