- Apr 21, 2018
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For many many year's all I seemed to do is struggle & struggle some more. I was simply entangled by so many personal problems, I thought it would be better that I'd die. I blamed myself for everything and everything people did, it was always my fault.
Struck down by schizophrenia in my early 30's only served to compound my issue's, I became a hopeless wreck of a man, so lost was I. I went to doctors, counselors, friends, family, recovery programs, and the almighty. Make me well & whole I asked them again and again, but I only grew more unwell.
Time was ticking away while I was running around in circles chasing my own tail. "What is wrong with me" Became my lifes mantra, as I was on the look out for when I would break free from all my drama's. Sometimes I thought I had caught that freedom, like almost catching a Pokémon, but no.
I walked around sick out of my mind for so long, I just got used to being in pain and misery. There seemed to be no end in sight and no light at the end of that dark dark tunnel. But I didn't give up so easily, I knew if I kept on fighting for my freedom it would come.
In the end I became sick of being sick, and what I had to do to get well was completely unconventional. I just quit taking advice from other people and focused on creating my own personal recovery methods.
Now It's been 3 year's since I've done that, and I can now say I'm glad I did. Even though I ruffled quite a few feathers, it was worth it in the end.
Struck down by schizophrenia in my early 30's only served to compound my issue's, I became a hopeless wreck of a man, so lost was I. I went to doctors, counselors, friends, family, recovery programs, and the almighty. Make me well & whole I asked them again and again, but I only grew more unwell.
Time was ticking away while I was running around in circles chasing my own tail. "What is wrong with me" Became my lifes mantra, as I was on the look out for when I would break free from all my drama's. Sometimes I thought I had caught that freedom, like almost catching a Pokémon, but no.
I walked around sick out of my mind for so long, I just got used to being in pain and misery. There seemed to be no end in sight and no light at the end of that dark dark tunnel. But I didn't give up so easily, I knew if I kept on fighting for my freedom it would come.
In the end I became sick of being sick, and what I had to do to get well was completely unconventional. I just quit taking advice from other people and focused on creating my own personal recovery methods.
Now It's been 3 year's since I've done that, and I can now say I'm glad I did. Even though I ruffled quite a few feathers, it was worth it in the end.
