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The Beginning of a new month, and find out that I was dianosed with shizophrenia. I never thought that i would be 1 of 100 people that would ever get it.

Its so weird waking up and not really knowing where I am, not knowing whos around me, seeing things that arent really there, and hearing things that are in my head but arent infront of me or connected to electronic. I thought and I didnt know what was next. I have more then shizophrenhia really set me to thinking if I really had something to wait for next. I was told that it could be cured, but it would be still there, it just takes time getting used to, and actually living with it. I am 14 years old. I have bipolar, paranoia, shizophrenhia, and its my main problem well one of them, I never know what to do. Feeling so afraid of going anywhere alone, and afraid to talk to people.

Shizophrenia, it feels like its taken over me, and who I am as a person.

I realize that its in my head. It doesn’t matter. I’m still sad and depressed because I know that eventually everyone I know will leave me. Right now, everything I do and say is being recorded. My closest family and friends are ready to report anything I say or do. I have nothing to worry about and yet I am so afraid. I know that this is a lifelong challenge and that it isn’t real. I am still scared. I am scared that one day someone will come and take me away and I will be alone. I pray for help and am comforted. The next day, minute, moment something changes and I am afraid. Will someone say something about me when I walk into that room? Are they talking about me? NO. YES. Oh GOD please help me. I don’t know. It’s not real. I know its not but these ******** thoughts come anyway. I want to end it all and be done with it.

Frank CatrelliI have had a mental illness since childhood, in the early 1960s; but I received no treatment for it due to a lack of mental health services for children and adolescents in my area. (Such services were not created until 1974.) I suffered through a childhood of mental anguish, complicated by ridicule from other children. I sat catatonic at my desk in school, afraid to relate to the other children, not understanding the mental illness that ravaged my mind.

In high school, still without treatment, I eventually began drinking in a desperate attempt to ease my pain. It only made things worse, increasing my psychoses and intensifying psychotic episodes that terrified me.

I entered college in 1972, still not understanding my illness. In the winter of 1975, my mental anguish grew so severe that I tried to commit suicide. I ended up in the psychiatric ward of a nearby hospital, where I was diagnosed with schizophrenia and began to receive treatment. I finally began to understand the bizarre world of hallucinations, delusions, paranoia, and psychotic episodes that is called schizophrenia.

I started doing research to better understand the illness; I was determined to overcome and recover from it. This process continues to this day.

Then came a turning point: I became involved with my local chapter of the National Alliance for the Mentally Ill (NAMI). I attended NAMI support groups and began to go to state and national conventions, where I met many other individuals diagnosed with mental illnesses and we shared our experiences of recovery.

My association with NAMI led me to The Advocacy Alliance (an affiliate of the National Mental Health Association), another wonderful organization that helps people who have mental illnesses. I began doing volunteer work there, and this has better enabled me to reintegrate into the community. The wonderful staffs at both organizations have helped me a great deal. My fiancée, whom I met at the Advocacy Alliance, has also been diagnosed with schizophrenia; we try to help each other in our recovery, and we have hopes for a bright future.

I still have schizophrenia but I have recovered to the point where I am able to function within the community, and I try to pass along this hope of recovery to others. I have become involved with my local Community Support Program, a coalition of people with mental illnesses, family members, and mental health professionals; and the Pennsylvania Mental Health Consumers’ Association (PMHCA), a statewide organization of people who have mental illnesses, in order to help others like myself.

Recently, I was hired by PMHCA as Northeast Pennsylvania Coordinator for “Leadership In Recovery” programs that will be taking place for the next three years. I really love this job, and I am trying to apply my experiences in recovery from mental illness to my work. I also do educational presentations about mental illness at local colleges, facilities for children and adolescents with mental illness, and local mental health counseling centers. These presentations are sponsored by the Advocacy Alliance.

A diagnosis of mental illness should not be a barrier to achieving one’s goals. Anyone can recover: It just takes hard work and a willingness to develop the coping skills necessary to overcome mental illness.

Frank Catrelli

Some people call me Aftie. This is what my family calls me.

Mostly what comes to mind right now are the misunderstandings and misJudgements I swim through, and have at times nearly drowned in.

Some people come to the conclusion that Im mentally ill based on life choices, an offensive lifestyle that is labelled inappropriate and wrong.

I became overwhelmed. Delusions and hallucinations were obvious at the age of 17…but i tried all i could, to push them away inside me and keep them to myself.

I did not know how to approach others about what was happening inside me…raised mormon and I felt i must be a nasty-wicked little thing, be doing something terribly wrong to be having this sort of waking nightmare. I was angry and fearful, and at times i still get this way, but i have memories and knowledge and experiences I may look to when I feel i can’t go on, or what’s the point.

Dancing…this is what i love most. My eating habits intrigue most…whether people are curious or discusted is another thing.

I bring up dancing and food….and meds…

Stretching and light yoga practice release tension and improve my mood and state of body incredibly…when walking in thrown in for good measure.

People say I have not given the meds enough time to do their magic.

But I swear my body would have shut down had i gone on with that little amount of circulation, and I love my eye sight…thank you very much. The tightness and increase in blood preasure causes my limbs to feel locked up and my flexibility is strained and forced.

I love to dance and it is what sets me free and such a reason to love life and live…when the health of my physical body is hurting and compromised and set off on a drowsy spinning flop of heaviness and exhustion…when im not up to dancing or my body is unable to, caused by meds i’m so curious to know if there are positive things from meds…how come ?

anyhow, i feel scattered now. And im taking seroquel and clopixol….im close to giving them up…they are scary as any episode ive been through.

Please words of encouragement.

Aftie

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