I first met my friend, A___ in high school. She was a fun girl, very attractive, and it seemed to me very outgoing as well. I only knew her casually at first but eventually we grew to be very close friends, probably best friends, and eventually I learned alot about her.
A___ had a very disrupted childhood. I’m sure a lot of people have heard or have lived similar stories, but she had problems coping with reality. What I had taken for rebelliousness was actually an angry disconnect with the world around her. I know it seems I’m speaking for someone else but it was like she was pissed at the world for being the way it was, but also she was pissed because she could never really connect with it, she could never really be apart of the “normal” world because her mind was tearing her apart from it.
I didn’t really know she had Schizophrenia until she had disappeared for a few weeks and then one day I got a call from her. She sounded very weak, as if she had just come through a hell of a beating and was unsure if it was over. She had tried to kill herself because she was tired of the voices that no one else heard. She decided instead of listening to them and hurting other people should would hurt herself instead and make them go away.
