The Schizophrenic Mom
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
Today is the start to a New Year. I've had a rough couple of years. 2020 was a year of changes, a year of unknowns. 2021 was the year that I almost broke: I did things that I didn't think that I could ever do, I was forced to look deep inside myself and pull myself up to do all the things that needed done for my kids while their dad had a year of crisis. 2022 was supposed to be the year that I pulled myself back together and found my center again, but instead? 2022 was the year that shoved me so far out of my comfort zone that I know I can never go back. The last year that was so ... transformative ... was 2014. It ended up breaking me in 2015.
Flying service horses...
Ok, so let me start this article off with some background. Some entity has been denying me my service horse. After getting a lawyer involved, this entity is citing non-specific safety concerns about Aurora walking with me. Yet, I am more than welcome to have her with me. Just without her walking.
Today is Thanksgiving Day. I wanted to take a moment to be grateful for the life I have, even with the ups and downs. I am so grateful that my partner and I are raising our two kiddos together, albeit in a non-typical style that simply works better for us.
So I was recently asked this question and the short answer is: yes. But the truth is much longer than that, so I am writing it down. *smile* Please note, these are only my personal experiences with seeing other "people" who aren't really there - not everyone's.
Sometimes I feel like a fish...
When I had my 20 gallon aquarium in my home years ago, I would sit and watch the fish swim back and forth for hours at a time. I loved the sound of the moving water through the filter, watching them gracefully glide through the water, and even the distinct smell of fishiness was relaxing to me. One day that all changed though as I contemplated my life. I mean, I still love watching the fish swim back and forth, but I can't help make comparisons to how I feel some days...
Letter to the Editor
Hi, most people know me better as my online alias and pen name: The Schizophrenic Mom. I had no intention of writing this to my hometown paper as I appreciate my anonymity online – and the freedom I have to talk about my disability without fear of retribution. However, part of my goal is to educate people and I see a big education gap in the rural midwest.