Stay the Course

It’s a miracle, and also shows the power of sobriety, that I’ve made it eight years now without a hospital readmission because of schizoaffective disorder.

It hasn’t been easy, but I am determined to continue the course to win this fight by doing what I am supposed to be doing… not drinking alcohol and continuing to take my medication.

Back again

It’s been a while since I wrote something here, at least regarding my experiences with having schizoaffective disorder. Things have been going pretty well lately, but everyday is a renewed struggle against this disorder for me and a struggle against my alcoholism.
 
I feel, on some level, I am running out of steam. I have at least another 3 years before my graduate funding runs out, and that is still a pretty long time to degree. I hope I can make it through this second Ph.D. degree. It is not going to be easy, and having a mental disability like I have makes everything constantly challenging. And tiring.
 
One of the keys I have for success, or at least in order to hopefully ensure success, is to not drink alcohol and to take my medication. These two things help bring me balance.
 
The struggle that I endure with this mental disorder is a real one. I just hope that I have the mental acuity, discipline, and rigor to complete my studies and move on to what may lie beyond my next Ph.D. degree.

Still living with the struggle

It’s been a while since I have written something here. Mainly because I have found it difficult to continually rehash the same thing over and over again. Mental illness, alcoholism, anxiety, etc… Some people have reached out to me regarding my writing, say that it has been helpful and insightful.

This post might be a little different and perhaps a little new, who knows. I can broach the topics below because I am fully aware of my mental illness. I am also fully aware that I am not a societal norm.

I have a diagnosed mental defect. A mental disease that worms its way through my skull on a daily basis from which I have not been cured. I am not a normal person, not by any sense of what normalcy means.

Normal people do not go homeless. Normal people do not spend extended periods of time living on the street, bouncing from sleeping in the woods to homeless shelters in the winter. Normal people do not drinks gallons of alcohol day in and day out for years. Normal people do not see and hear things out of nowhere. Normal people do not think and act like I do. Normal people do not sleep half their day away because of a combination of medications and a mental disorder. Normal people can function in a full-time job setting.

I am not normal. Anyone who knows me knows I am not normal. I do not behave normally. I am an extremely introverted person, teetering on the edges of being a social recluse. I have virtually no friends, and no significant relationships, with people to speak of. Yet, I try to function in society. A society that does not understand the severity of the mental illness that I have to endure (and fight).

Normal people my age are usually married with children by now. Or, at the very least, in a relationship. I have none of that. Nothing even close on the horizon. I am part of the ‘elite’ 0.3% of the population with a specific mental illness called schizoaffective disorder that no one seemingly wants to be around or deal with. I do not want to deal with it. Nothing, nothing concerning this mental illness that I have is fun. It is a never ending drain of my energy and time to make myself appear to be somewhat normal in public. I won’t even start to talk about the social anxiety that I have, on top of this overburdening mental illness.

Who really wants to be associated with, or in a relationship with, someone who is mentally deficient? Why is it that the only real understanding that I get concerning this disorder and my anxiety is from psychologists and therapists?

I want change. I want to break free of the bonds of my social anxiety and my schizoaffective mental disorder.

I have been struggling with elements of this disorder for the past 20 years. My only true accomplishment that I can point to is academic success. And even academic success is a struggle these days because of the overwhelming demands that schizoaffective disorder takes from me.

Raw. Biting. True. No holds barred. I’m going to continue to fight… I am going to continue to trudge the road to happy destiny… but it would be nice to have some accompaniment along the way in my journey. I have fought for too long, struggled and suffered enough because of this mental disorder

Addiction kills

Today marks a year since my brother died because of a heroin overdose.

Addiction is not a fun disease. It wants you dead. And if you play around with the disease of addiction long enough, it will eventually get you.

I’m reminded today of my own struggles with addiction and that I can never drink alcohol safely again during my lifetime. If I were to, I would probably end up dead myself.

Today serves as a reminder to me just how serious drug and alcohol addiction can be to those who have it and struggle with it daily.

Some changes…

So, in addition to the walking that I am doing… I decided to change some components of my diet.
 
Mainly to include more vegetables/salads and fish. I have been eating way too much processed food, which can be an easy trap to fall into being single and living by myself.
 
My mood has been incredibly good the past few weeks. Primarily, and probably, due to passing my qualifier/oral exam. Schizoaffective symptoms can develop when I am under too much stress and pressure… and I have been dealing with non-stop stress and pressure since I started working on my qualifier last September.
 
While I am in good spirits and have ‘down time’, I am going to continue to walk a few days a week as well as make changes to my diet. Hopefully, they will become lasting changes, even when I enter times of stress or get too busy.
 
All these changes should be for the better. I credit my continued success on not drinking alcohol, and taking my medication. While I am always, in some form, fighting this disorder… not drinking, taking medication, and remaining sober is a surefire winning strategy.

Walking for a cause…

I just came back from one of my 30 minute walks. I started them a couple of weeks ago to hopefully uplift my mood and fight back against some of the negative effects and symptoms of schizoaffective disorder.

Having this disorder is a major pain in the ass… or ‘PITA’ as the kids today would say. With this disorder you constantly feel drained, down, and tired. It is not just a disorder of seeing and hearing things… or even the bipolar aspect of it. You constantly feel drained and mentally down. Because of this, I am walking mainly to improve my mood, which has not been great lately. I am just getting very tired constantly struggling with this mental disorder.

Everything, everything I do concerning this disorder seems to be a chore and requires work and effort. Long gone are the times when I could do multiple things effortlessly, or have boundless pockets of energy. While some days are better then others, I struggle everyday to keep a positive mental attitude. This is a lifetime progressive mental illness with no cure… there are treatments for it, mainly medication and talk therapy, which I am involved in – along with medication that I take.

Another tool that I have to battle this disease is to not drink alcohol. It is my first, best option to fight against schizoaffective disorder’s effects. Day in, day out, it is a miracle that I am not drinking. For, if I were to start drinking, it would be to admit defeat against this disorder.

Even though this disorder is very draining on me emotionally and physically, I still have a lot of work that I have to do to ensure my continued wellness. I need to work on gaining more friendships and strengthening my relationships with people. I need to continue to be strong against a mental disease that wants me living in the street, homeless, or worse.