schizophrenia

Schizophrenia 101; look beyond the pop culture portrayals and learn the reality behind this oft-stigmatized mental illness.

Finding Someone to Love Me and My Schizophrenia
In my youth I always knew that some day I would want to find my prince charming, marry, and raise a family. The older I got the more I realized how important it was for me to be absolutely sure I was ready to settle down before I committed to marriage. There were boyfriends that were simply not husband material, and were kept around for the sake of having company. I only dated to have a bestie who was always down to do things and hangout. None of them did I even consider marrying or raising a family with.
By Jocelynn Schmalzer8 years ago in Psyche
What is Schizophrenia?
Schizophrenia is many things, depending on how you look at it. Neuroscientists and others who study the brain see a phenomenon. This illness has no known cause. They see an illness that eats away at the brain and causes unusual, potentially dangerous behavior. For those who don't know anyone with this disease or much about it, they think of it as a mental illness and nothing more, something that only affects the sufferer. For those who know a little more, it is seen as a "zombie" disease that eats the brain and makes people crazy.
By Sierra I8 years ago in Psyche
Living with a Schizophrenic
My mother was a wonderful, bubbly, and vibrant person. She always knew how to make me smile and feel special. She did everything perfectly. I always told myself that if I could just be half the mother that she was, my kids would be lucky. But, she's gone.
By Sierra I8 years ago in Psyche
In the Mornight
Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe. On a creaking mattress, I sat clutching a pillow to my chest staring at the glowing red bars of a digital clock my grandfather had gifted me while I was still in middle school. My eyes stayed fixed upon them, never blinking, as if anticipating they would do exactly that. Blink.
By Grym Lynn8 years ago in Psyche
Fear
I AM TIMID. I am a child. Wrapped up in nothing more than my dreams and fears. I AM SMALL. I am an insect. Little to those who pay no attention, but a burden to those I’m near.
By Angel Woolsey8 years ago in Psyche
Living With a Schizophrenic
There are seven different types of schizophrenia, and each has its own traits and peculiarities. My father was a paranoid schizophrenic, and he had this affliction in a time when they did not have medications for the disorder. A paranoid schizophrenic is always thinking someone is out to get them, or is spying on them, and living with them is a very different experience.
By Denise Willis8 years ago in Psyche
That Person You Think Is Crazy, Might Not Be
I have just learned a very disturbing fact about my family. My brother and sister used to spread rumors to my other family about how I was clinically insane. I was diagnosed as schizophrenic at one point, my family took that and used it as a weapon to hurt an already deeply hurting soul. It turns out that years later, I have found out that I'm not crazy.
By Storm Light (Stormy)8 years ago in Psyche
The UNreal World
So I wanted to tell you a bit about a “friend” of mine and his, shall we say “home,” he moved into a few months ago. Now, my “friend” told me that when he viewed it, it was a quirky but kinda regular “home.” He was so happy to be living alone with his privacy safe, warm and dry. That was up until recently when he very quickly started noticing some changes which in turn had drastically changed his surroundings. To be honest, to my eyes everything all looked normal but to him, he was living in what he now called a Fish Bowl.
By Tory Olivier8 years ago in Psyche
My Mental Health
"I'm so sorry to tell you but you're husband has schizophrenia and he will probably have to take medication for the rest of his life."
By Jay Arlow8 years ago in Psyche
The Man in the Mirror and His Music
The man in the mirror keeps looking at me. He speaks to me and knows what will break me. He picks away at me like I will crumble. Sometimes he transcends the mirror and sits beside me on the couch or holds a knife to my face, whispering that I should let him take over or kill myself now. When we were little we used to toss a baseball back and forth. Or we would take turns scoring goals in soccer. My imaginary friend looked just like me. I grew up, and he became less imaginary and far more destructive.
By Scott A. Vancil8 years ago in Psyche