It’s a constant battle dealing with schizoaffective disorder. Fortunately, it seems that I am winning that battle… each and every day that I don’t drink or somehow give into the disease.
This past summer, I thought my graduate school career was going to end because of this research qualifier that I have to write. How would I be able to create an original research topic and then defend it in front of faculty? I thought doing so would be beyond my scope.
Here I am in the beginning of November with a topic decided upon, and I am getting ready to defend it and write it up into a 6 page proposal. It will be synthesis based, but with a pharmacological application towards Alzheimer’s disease.
I would have never thought I would be able to reach this point, but here I am. And the only way I am accomplishing this, is by taking things one day at a time… baby steps moving forward. By doing this, it appears I can accomplish what I put my mind towards.
I’m in a crappy mood. My Dad is not doing well, and I’m feeling it.
I’m hoping he continues to eat and do the exercises he is supposed to do so that he can get out of rehab and back to his routine at home.
Cancer sucks. The chemotherapy he used to be on knocked everything out of him, and probably aged him ten years in the process.
I pray that he has the strength and determination to recover from this and to be able to go back home at some point in the near future.
Today, I have 7 years of sobriety. Seven years ago, I decided I had had enough.
I had enough with the headaches, dehydration, nausea, panic and all the other good things that came with drinking.
Here I am, seven years later, recovering from schizoaffective disorder… back in school, and my life moving forward.
Onward and upward!
I’m still here, just been really busy lately with school. Tomorrow, I will have 7 years sober. So I am sure I will have a more thorough update then!
In many ways, I have been battling mental illness for 25 years now. It has only been during the past 7 years that I was aware of it. Before that, I drank alcohol to cope. A lot of alcohol. I am glad that that time is behind me.
On September 30th, I will have 7 years clean. Not a small feat, by any means. But for 7 years, I’ve avoided (abstained) from any alcohol consumption. In reality, it is because I know that I can not handle drinking. I can not do it responsibly in the long run… I will always want more and more to drink.
For me, finally quitting was brought about by a moment of clarity. Did I want to continue with the same old same old… the hangovers, the blackouts, the regrets? I decided I was finished and it was the best decision I ever made.
It has not been an easy road. I have had to deal with (everything) by not drinking the past seven years. I don’t have the luxury of a beer to take the edge off. I have to deal with life, on life’s terms… and hope for the best. It’s been a journey these past seven years, and it’s a journey that I do not regret.