The Schizophrenic Mom
Bio
I am a mother of 2 precious angels who drive me slightly more crazy
than I already am with a diagnosis of schizophrenia.
When asked "are you crazy?!" my favorite come back is:
"yes! And I have the papers to prove it! How about you?" LOL
Stories (44/0)
In Memoriam
Tomorrow is Monday, but it is a special day: Memorial Day. So many of my friends and acquaintances celebrate having a long weekend and I get it, in our busy society, the days available to be with family and just breath are few and far between.
By The Schizophrenic Mom6 days ago in Confessions
Writer's Block
I have been struggling with writer's block for a few months now, but the last 2 months have been worse than normal. I know that I have been having a lot of emotions, and that I try to avoid the intense emotions, but today in therapy, my therapist asked me if I wanted the things that have happened to be my fault.
By The Schizophrenic Mom10 days ago in Psyche
A Slow Sunday
So last night I had a self-proclaimed "night-howler" up in the middle of the night for a few hours and didn't get my full amount of sleep, but hey... that is normal around here. I was surprised, however, when no one woke me up at the crack of dawn!
By The Schizophrenic Mom2 months ago in Families
Expectations
Here recently, I've been prompted to reflect on my expectations from relationships, stirring up a terrifying number of emotions and thoughts I am working through in therapy. Throughout my life, I've struggled particularly in my interactions with people, especially men, which has left me with PTSD, anxiety, and a tendency to overthink. Sometimes I question if my complexities and issues make me too much for anyone to handle. So I have decided to confess my good sides and bad sides for potential friends ... or those who may want to be more than friends.
By The Schizophrenic Mom3 months ago in Confessions
A Precious Heart
In the tender embrace of a craftsman's hands, my journey unfolded, born from the fragments of a life rich with experiences. Each hue, each shard, carried within it a tapestry of memories, woven from the colorful panes of a glass-filled storm door that my creator's children had helped stain. Each square a separate color as the little ones were taught that rainbows are what hold the promises of the future, the hopes of a life newly started.
By The Schizophrenic Mom4 months ago in Fiction
Training Psychiatric Service Dogs
I had the idea for this article several years ago, but here recently I have had the overwhelming urge to write it as I have been faced with reports of several "professionals" (whether lawyers or doctors or even staff at libraries or restaurants) having insistence on knowing what certification the dog has passed, stating that in order to be a service dog that it has to have special papers, or deeming a well-behaved service dog unwelcome simply because it has no identification.
By The Schizophrenic Mom4 months ago in Psyche