Schizophrenia - General Discussion

Megan Hall3, I am truly, deeply sorry to hear about everything you’ve been going through.

Now that your family is aware of your symptoms, perhaps you could try to find some sense of peace with the fact that they know? The sooner you can come to terms with this disclosure, the easier it will be for you to shift your focus toward managing other aspects of your illness and, more broadly, your life in general.

I honestly don't know what else I could say that would sound wise or profound.

When a mentally healthy person suffers from even a minor physical ailment—something they might feel too embarrassed to even mention to their own household—the act of opening up can often feel far more agonizing than the illness itself. I can only imagine how much more difficult it must be for those of you living with schizophrenia to open up to anyone at all.

Is there any possibility that you could work part-time through a public works program? Having even a modest level of financial independence would surely help you immensely, particularly in building the self-confidence that might, I believe, help reduce suicidal ideation.

Megan Hall3 said:Hi everyone.
My name is Mary. I’m looking for some help here. It feels like I’m completely alone in this struggle—dealing with schizophrenia. I have diagnoses of F20.0, F21, and I47. I’ve been dealing with suicidal ideation and have been on medication since I was twelve years old. I try so hard to push those thoughts away, but they just won't leave me alone. I hear voices, and I see shadows. The voices... they tell me to jump out the window. Part of me just wants to die on my own terms. In the past, whenever I lost control over those impulses, I ended up being hospitalized. This all traces back to when I was only six; I saw the ghost of a woman. I’ve always been withdrawn and shy. Honestly, I’m terrified of people. I feel like they can read my mind, that they're gossiping about me or even casting curses. I even feel like there are cameras hidden all over my room. Most days, I just stay in bed because I have zero willpower left. It’s like I’ve just vanished from the world.
I didn't want anyone to know all of this. But they found out. Now, I have legal guardians.
I don't have any friends, and as for having a boyfriend... well, let's just say that isn't happening.
I have a partial disability regarding my ability to work. I simply can't hold down a job.
I feel such a deep sense of shame. I'm young, yet I can't work, I can't date, and I don't have friends. I am just... alone.
How do you all manage to cope with everything?

First and foremost, the most important step is working closely with a psychiatrist to figure out the right medication regimen. It’s honestly not as straightforward as people think. While there’s a huge variety of antipsychotics available today to treat schizophrenia, they certainly don't work the same way for everyone. It can be quite a process of trial and error, but the goal is always to find that one specific option that clicks, allowing someone to get back to a place where they can function reasonably well in their daily life.
Some people really do need to combine different antipsychotics to get things balanced out, and in my case, that’s exactly how it works—I’m currently taking two different medications, Seroquel and Zyprexa, just to stay steady.
There’s really no reason to feel ashamed of what you're going through. If I could offer one small piece of advice, it would be to try shifting your perspective toward finding every possible way to support yourself. Honestly, people who haven't had to deal with these kinds of challenges might actually look at you with a lot of respect, seeing how much strength it takes to navigate life while managing a diagnosis like yours.

It’s a little difficult for me to offer specific advice since we haven't really had the chance to get to know one another yet, but please believe me when I say that every single one of the hurdles you're facing can be cleared if you just stay persistent and keep your patience. Hang in there.🙂

Megan Hall3 said:Hi everyone.
My name is Mary. I’m looking for some help here. It feels like I’m completely alone in this struggle—dealing with schizophrenia. I have diagnoses of F20.0, F21, and I47. I’ve been dealing with suicidal ideation and have been on medication since I was twelve years old. I try so hard to push those thoughts away, but they just won't leave me alone. I hear voices, and I see shadows. The voices... they tell me to jump out the window. Part of me just wants to die on my own terms. In the past, whenever I lost control over those impulses, I ended up being hospitalized. This all traces back to when I was only six; I saw the ghost of a woman. I’ve always been withdrawn and shy. Honestly, I’m terrified of people. I feel like they can read my mind, that they're gossiping about me or even casting curses. I even feel like there are cameras hidden all over my room. Most days, I just stay in bed because I have zero willpower left. It’s like I’ve just vanished from the world.
I didn't want anyone to know all of this. But they found out. Now, I have legal guardians.
I don't have any friends, and as for having a boyfriend... well, let's just say that isn't happening.
I have a partial disability regarding my ability to work. I simply can't hold down a job.
I feel such a deep sense of shame. I'm young, yet I can't work, I can't date, and I don't have friends. I am just... alone.
How do you all manage to cope with everything?

If this is still happening despite taking your psychiatric medications exactly as prescribed—and not just applying them like some ointment—you might need to distance yourself from those close to you. Whether it's a relative or someone else causing issues that you can't quite pin down, try to get as far away as possible, maybe even move to another state, provided you keep up with your medication. I mention this because you've been struggling since you were six and seeing apparitions, so it sounds like a deep-rooted situation.

Megan Hall3 said:Hi everyone.
My name is Mary. I’m looking for some help here. It feels like I’m completely alone in this struggle—dealing with schizophrenia. I have diagnoses of F20.0, F21, and I47. I’ve been dealing with suicidal ideation and have been on medication since I was twelve years old. I try so hard to push those thoughts away, but they just won't leave me alone. I hear voices, and I see shadows. The voices... they tell me to jump out the window. Part of me just wants to die on my own terms. In the past, whenever I lost control over those impulses, I ended up being hospitalized. This all traces back to when I was only six; I saw the ghost of a woman. I’ve always been withdrawn and shy. Honestly, I’m terrified of people. I feel like they can read my mind, that they're gossiping about me or even casting curses. I even feel like there are cameras hidden all over my room. Most days, I just stay in bed because I have zero willpower left. It’s like I’ve just vanished from the world.
I didn't want anyone to know all of this. But they found out. Now, I have legal guardians.
I don't have any friends, and as for having a boyfriend... well, let's just say that isn't happening.
I have a partial disability regarding my ability to work. I simply can't hold down a job.
I feel such a deep sense of shame. I'm young, yet I can't work, I can't date, and I don't have friends. I am just... alone.
How do you all manage to cope with everything?

Hey, hey, listen—I just wanted to reach out and tell you that you aren't alone in this. Seriously. They took away my ability to work too, my parents are my legal guardians, and I've been living with a schizophrenia diagnosis for three years now... they've put me through absolutely everything. Right now, I'm on Abilify injections and Xanax, and honestly, I'm feeling way better than I did the last two months. Those past two months were pure hell; I was going through the exact same thing you are, and it was so bad I ended up in the ER because a panic attack triggered by my own thoughts just totally leveled me. I'm carrying so much trauma from everything I've endured, and sometimes the voices get so loud that I'm genuinely terrified that the dead, the living, and even imaginary people are going to jump out of thin air right next to me. How do I cope? Honestly? I don't. It's hard. It's actually just horrific. People who haven't lived through this... they just can't wrap their heads around how terrifying it is. To me, it feels like being dead and just waiting for someone to wake you up. Most of the time, I'd give anything to just do something mindless—anything just to escape my own head... so I end up sleeping a lot and just staying in bed. If you ever need someone to talk to, please, just shoot me a DM. Hang in there!

I honestly think Abilify is a fantastic medication. It was introduced just a few years back as one of those first third-generation antipsychotics, and it really changed the game. It treats schizophrenia without that heavy, mood-crushing side effect you get from almost all the older drugs. My only gripe is that it doesn't quite tackle everything on its own, so I end up taking it alongside my Lexapro to keep things balanced.

Christian Doyle84 said:Hey, hey, listen—I just wanted to reach out and tell you that you aren't alone in this. Seriously. They took away my ability to work too, my parents are my legal guardians, and I've been living with a schizophrenia diagnosis for three years now... they've put me through absolutely everything. Right now, I'm on Abilify injections and Xanax, and honestly, I'm feeling way better than I did the last two months. Those past two months were pure hell; I was going through the exact same thing you are, and it was so bad I ended up in the ER because a panic attack triggered by my own thoughts just totally leveled me. I'm carrying so much trauma from everything I've endured, and sometimes the voices get so loud that I'm genuinely terrified that the dead, the living, and even imaginary people are going to jump out of thin air right next to me. How do I cope? Honestly? I don't. It's hard. It's actually just horrific. People who haven't lived through this... they just can't wrap their heads around how terrifying it is. To me, it feels like being dead and just waiting for someone to wake you up. Most of the time, I'd give anything to just do something mindless—anything just to escape my own head... so I end up sleeping a lot and just staying in bed. If you ever need someone to talk to, please, just shoot me a DM. Hang in there!

Do you people ever stop to think about what happens once your parents pass away?
I read about this guy who took his own life. He had a schizophrenia diagnosis and spent some time in a psychiatric facility.
He was terrified that if his parents died, he’d be shoved straight back into a psych ward, and death started looking like a much better alternative.

Is there even a chance of inheriting a family pension or social security benefits?
Or maybe, if things improve and I regain my ability to work, I could just flee to some more humane country where we're actually treated like human beings.

Back when I had an incident—just a minor misdemeanor, really—two years ago, the police hauled me off to a psych ward in Cleveland. I still have nightmares about it. I live in constant fear that they’ll drag me back there again, all because I was an idiot and handed my discharge papers to my primary care doctor—which I was told to do—only to then hand them over to the police for inspection. I didn't even have to do that. I guess I shouldn't have.

To be blunt, my legal and human rights were blatantly violated, and the conditions in that place were subhuman.

Even for me, death seems like a better option than being locked up in a facility like that.

We seriously need to address this.

Harold Anderson3 said:I honestly think Abilify is a fantastic medication. It was introduced just a few years back as one of those first third-generation antipsychotics, and it really changed the game. It treats schizophrenia without that heavy, mood-crushing side effect you get from almost all the older drugs. My only gripe is that it doesn't quite tackle everything on its own, so I end up taking it alongside my Lexapro to keep things balanced.

I’ve been pairing mine with xanax for over a year now, and honestly, it's only just recently started feeling like it's actually working better for me than anything else... I don't know what the catch is, though. Every time my mental state finally starts looking up, something always seems to trip me up. I guess I'm just searching for that magic formula to actually make it stick, hehe..

shadowraven29 said:Do you people ever stop to think about what happens once your parents pass away?
I read about this guy who took his own life. He had a schizophrenia diagnosis and spent some time in a psychiatric facility.
He was terrified that if his parents died, he’d be shoved straight back into a psych ward, and death started looking like a much better alternative.

Is there even a chance of inheriting a family pension or social security benefits?
Or maybe, if things improve and I regain my ability to work, I could just flee to some more humane country where we're actually treated like human beings.

Back when I had an incident—just a minor misdemeanor, really—two years ago, the police hauled me off to a psych ward in Cleveland. I still have nightmares about it. I live in constant fear that they’ll drag me back there again, all because I was an idiot and handed my discharge papers to my primary care doctor—which I was told to do—only to then hand them over to the police for inspection. I didn't even have to do that. I guess I shouldn't have.

To be blunt, my legal and human rights were blatantly violated, and the conditions in that place were subhuman.

Even for me, death seems like a better option than being locked up in a facility like that.

We seriously need to address this.

I try not to dwell on it too much. I usually comfort myself by thinking that I have good genes in my family and that my parents will be around for a while longer, because I honestly don't know what I'd do without them. But then there's the other side of the coin. That whole stigma surrounding schizophrenia and everything else... you can overcome it. You fight against all that garbage by finding a decent psychiatrist, getting through therapy, and just trying to push forward with your life however you can. My social workers treat me like it's just business as usual; they see plenty of people with this illness living totally normal lives, so... yeah. That's how it is.

Christian Doyle84 said:I’ve been pairing mine with xanax for over a year now, and honestly, it's only just recently started feeling like it's actually working better for me than anything else... I don't know what the catch is, though. Every time my mental state finally starts looking up, something always seems to trip me up. I guess I'm just searching for that magic formula to actually make it stick, hehe..

There really isn't such a thing as a magic formula, because let's face it, those occasional setbacks are just part of the deal. I've been living with F20.0 for 11 years now, and even though I stay pretty disciplined with my meds, I've still dealt with a few mild psychotic episodes and countless depressive ones. Even the most mentally resilient people experience certain fluctuations in how they function. For me, the real goal is just fine-tuning the treatment so that those rough patches aren't quite as intense or frequent.

shadowraven29 said:Do you people ever stop to think about what happens once your parents pass away?
I read about this guy who took his own life. He had a schizophrenia diagnosis and spent some time in a psychiatric facility.
He was terrified that if his parents died, he’d be shoved straight back into a psych ward, and death started looking like a much better alternative.

Is there even a chance of inheriting a family pension or social security benefits?
Or maybe, if things improve and I regain my ability to work, I could just flee to some more humane country where we're actually treated like human beings.

Back when I had an incident—just a minor misdemeanor, really—two years ago, the police hauled me off to a psych ward in Cleveland. I still have nightmares about it. I live in constant fear that they’ll drag me back there again, all because I was an idiot and handed my discharge papers to my primary care doctor—which I was told to do—only to then hand them over to the police for inspection. I didn't even have to do that. I guess I shouldn't have.

To be blunt, my legal and human rights were blatantly violated, and the conditions in that place were subhuman.

Even for me, death seems like a better option than being locked up in a facility like that.

We seriously need to address this.

I didn't really have anyone to lean on growing up within my own family—my mom struggles with an even more severe case of schizophrenia than I do, and my dad just lacks any real understanding of the challenges we face—but I was lucky enough to find a wonderful doctor who stepped up and became that vital support system I so desperately needed. Recently, though, I made the decision to switch providers, mostly because I don't want to become overly dependent on anyone, not even her.

Harold Anderson3 said:There really isn't such a thing as a magic formula, because let's face it, those occasional setbacks are just part of the deal. I've been living with F20.0 for 11 years now, and even though I stay pretty disciplined with my meds, I've still dealt with a few mild psychotic episodes and countless depressive ones. Even the most mentally resilient people experience certain fluctuations in how they function. For me, the real goal is just fine-tuning the treatment so that those rough patches aren't quite as intense or frequent.

Hey Harold Anderson3, do you have a driver's license? Just curious what kind of restrictions were put on it if you do...
I deal with psychosis too, but we're both on Abilify, which is honestly the best antipsychotic I've tried so far... 👍
What dose of Azolar are you on?

cosmicdriver42 said:Hey Harold Anderson3, do you have a driver's license? Just curious what kind of restrictions were put on it if you do...
I deal with psychosis too, but we're both on Abilify, which is honestly the best antipsychotic I've tried so far... 👍
What dose of Azolar are you on?

I actually don't have a license; I eventually just decided to let that go.

I'm on a monthly 400 mg injection (Abilify Maintena).

Harold Anderson3 said:There really isn't such a thing as a magic formula, because let's face it, those occasional setbacks are just part of the deal. I've been living with F20.0 for 11 years now, and even though I stay pretty disciplined with my meds, I've still dealt with a few mild psychotic episodes and countless depressive ones. Even the most mentally resilient people experience certain fluctuations in how they function. For me, the real goal is just fine-tuning the treatment so that those rough patches aren't quite as intense or frequent.

Sadly, yeah. I keep getting haunted by this hope that it'll all just vanish on its own whenever I catch a glimpse of my old self—if you know what I mean. I wouldn't even call it a remission; it feels more like I'm time traveling and suddenly remembering who I actually was. There are moments where I feel totally normal, and I find myself praying to God that it lasts, but then things always take a turn for the worse. It's so hard to stay grounded and live in the moment. And don't even get me started on how much it sucks having zero motivation; I just want to sleep all day, but then I wake up and I'm still not rested enough to actually be productive. I guess I only get maybe five hours a day where I can actually function like I used to... the rest is just a blur. Everything is such a grueling process of procrastination. I don't have that old "just do it" energy anymore; instead, I have this entire internal debate just trying to tackle basic daily tasks. It's pathetic. And then people tell you, "Oh, you just need to love yourself." Like, seriously?🙂🕺

Christian Doyle84 said:Sadly, yeah. I keep getting haunted by this hope that it'll all just vanish on its own whenever I catch a glimpse of my old self—if you know what I mean. I wouldn't even call it a remission; it feels more like I'm time traveling and suddenly remembering who I actually was. There are moments where I feel totally normal, and I find myself praying to God that it lasts, but then things always take a turn for the worse. It's so hard to stay grounded and live in the moment. And don't even get me started on how much it sucks having zero motivation; I just want to sleep all day, but then I wake up and I'm still not rested enough to actually be productive. I guess I only get maybe five hours a day where I can actually function like I used to... the rest is just a blur. Everything is such a grueling process of procrastination. I don't have that old "just do it" energy anymore; instead, I have this entire internal debate just trying to tackle basic daily tasks. It's pathetic. And then people tell you, "Oh, you just need to love yourself." Like, seriously?🙂🕺

Just like I told Annmarie before she went quiet on me, I’ll tell you too: just be. I suppose I’ve always been a bit of a patient soul, though sometimes I wonder if that’s just a polite way of saying I’m a little too slow to react when things get hectic. It’s a quiet kind of temperament, I guess—just taking things as they come and waiting for the dust to settle before making any big moves. It looks like you might have hit "send" a little too early there! I'm ready whenever you are—just drop the text you want me to work on, and I'll get started on reshaping it for you. I suppose I should probably admit that I can be a little bit stubborn at times. It’s one of those traits that I tend to lean into without even realizing it, almost like an old habit I haven't quite managed to shake off yet. I know there are moments when a more flexible approach might serve me better, but I often find myself digging my heels in just a little too firmly. It isn't exactly intentional, mind you; I think I just have this tendency to stick to my guns once I've made up my mind about something.One step at a time, day by day.

My doctor explained it to me this way: you have Phase A, which is the period leading up to a psychotic episode; then there's Phase B, when the actual episode is happening; and finally, Phase C, the recovery phase. The catch is that you can't really go back to Phase A. That doesn't mean Phase C has to be any worse than where I started, though—it’s just a different way of existing. Honestly, I feel like I’m functioning quite well right now, and I actually feel much better than I did during my traumatic childhood, which was likely the trigger that turned a genetic predisposition for schizophrenia into an official F20 diagnosis.

Hey everyone! I haven't been around the forum much lately, but I've finally been stuck at home for about ten days dealing with a nasty bout of COVID, so I figured I’d hop on and say hi. Looking forward to catching up on all the discussions! 🙂

Joseph Fowler33 said:Hey everyone! I haven't been around the forum much lately, but I've finally been stuck at home for about ten days dealing with a nasty bout of COVID, so I figured I’d hop on and say hi. Looking forward to catching up on all the discussions! 🙂

Hi there 🙂
Something actually crossed my mind today, especially given how much we've all been dealing with this whole pandemic era.

Do you guys think COVID is a harder illness to deal with, or is schizophrenia more taxing?

Nicole Barrett76 said:I am truly sorry about that. Regarding that man who took his own life, I can't help but feel that mental anguish is a different beast entirely compared to physical pain. It’s a heavy thing to process, and honestly, it feels like we shouldn't even try to draw direct parallels between different types of suffering. Even when looking at financial struggles, the reality for someone living with schizophrenia just doesn't measure up to the hardships faced by those dealing with chronic physical illnesses or people who have been managing intellectual disabilities since childhood. From what I understand about how things work here in the States, there isn't much of a safety net for those specific cases, especially since schizophrenia often doesn't manifest until after someone hits their 30s, leaving them without the long-term support systems that others might rely on.

If you happen to be dealing with a medical condition that first surfaced before you turned eighteen, there’s actually a provision that allows you to inherit up to 70 percent of a family pension, provided that the total amount doesn't exceed $2,000. $133So, if you take 240 and multiply it by 7, you end up with... $560.

Now I find myself wondering, which nation would truly be considered the more humane one?

I honestly feel like the worst thing anyone can do when facing a chronic illness or any kind of permanent disability is to just sit there and do absolutely nothing. It’s that paralyzing inertia that gets you, and if I’m being completely honest with myself, that is exactly what I’m doing right now.

If we can't manage full-time hours, then moving to part-time work seems like the only logical step. But, as I’ve mentioned before, when you're dealing with being visually impaired like I am—or if someone is completely blind—the odds of actually landing a job in Human Resources are only about six percent. It wasn't always this way; that number used to sit at a mere two percent before the European Union started pushing for more serious inclusion standards regarding people with disabilities or mental health challenges in the workplace.

I truly feel for that young man and the impossible situation he found himself in, though it’s heartbreaking to realize how many others have faced similar struggles. It’s a sobering reality that about 10% of people living with schizophrenia unfortunately take their own lives, and most of those tragedies happen during the early stages of the illness before they've had enough time to figure out how to navigate life alongside it.

Even when you look at clinical depression, that percentage holds steady at around 15%.

I don't have any set rules to follow here, and honestly, I don't see much point in getting bogged down in all those statistical data points. I used to be someone who leaned quite heavily on a "statistical" way of thinking myself, but I've since moved past that approach.

It all really comes down to the specifics of the case, though I think you hit the nail on the head when you mentioned that the country where the situation takes place makes a massive difference too.
I'm currently living with my mother, who's fully retired, while I'm out here grinding away at a job that pays basically nothing more than minimum wage.

It really depends on what you mean when you talk about living in a more "humane" society. If you find yourself in a wealthy Northern European nation, your quality of life might actually feel a lot lower compared to your healthy neighbors. But, looking at the bigger picture, I suppose it’s still a better situation than being in India or parts of sub-Saharan Africa, where most people are just struggling to survive in poverty. In those places, it almost doesn't matter if you're healthy or sick—life is incredibly difficult regardless.

Maybe you should try to shift the focus back to yourself and your own situation for a while, focusing on how you can actually help yourself function a little better—and perhaps more importantly, how you can start feeling a bit more like yourself again. I really think it’s worth leaning into every resource available to you right now, whether that means staying consistent with your medication, committing to psychotherapy, or just exploring whatever other tools might help you find some stability. Honestly, I'm not quite sure what else I could offer, but please just take care of yourself.

I was just thinking about someone like Stephen Hawking, who arguably faced one of the most profound physical challenges anyone could endure. Even with those kinds of limitations, he managed to stay remarkably positive right until the end, pouring himself into writing books and even finding the courage to experience the view from Earth's orbit.

Harold Anderson3 said:Hi there 🙂
Something actually crossed my mind today, especially given how much we've all been dealing with this whole pandemic era.

Do you guys think COVID is a harder illness to deal with, or is schizophrenia more taxing?

It is undoubtedly schizophrenia. Over the past few months, I have had numerous opportunities to spend significant time with an individual living with this condition, though my life has certainly been shaped by encounters with others facing similar struggles long before now.

Is it not a profound irony of our existence that one unfortunate soul might suffer only a fleeting battle against a virus, while another must endure the grueling, years-long struggle of schizophrenia? Does the duration of our pain define its weight? As Harold Anderson3 so wisely noted in response to my thoughts: should we not simply focus on our own unique circumstances, paying close attention to how we truly feel so that we may adapt to the reality before us?

Now, Joseph Fowler3, shortly after reading your post, I found myself struck by the sudden realization of what one might call "THE SAGA OF THE OLD GUARD." And thus, I offer this brief little rhyme: — ""Long live our dear old friend! Long live our dear old friend! Long live our dear old friend, forevermore within our hearts!""

Harold Anderson3 said:I truly feel for that young man and the impossible situation he found himself in, though it’s heartbreaking to realize how many others have faced similar struggles. It’s a sobering reality that about 10% of people living with schizophrenia unfortunately take their own lives, and most of those tragedies happen during the early stages of the illness before they've had enough time to figure out how to navigate life alongside it.

Even when you look at clinical depression, that percentage holds steady at around 15%.

I don't have any set rules to follow here, and honestly, I don't see much point in getting bogged down in all those statistical data points. I used to be someone who leaned quite heavily on a "statistical" way of thinking myself, but I've since moved past that approach.

It all really comes down to the specifics of the case, though I think you hit the nail on the head when you mentioned that the country where the situation takes place makes a massive difference too.
I'm currently living with my mother, who's fully retired, while I'm out here grinding away at a job that pays basically nothing more than minimum wage.

It really depends on what you mean when you talk about living in a more "humane" society. If you find yourself in a wealthy Northern European nation, your quality of life might actually feel a lot lower compared to your healthy neighbors. But, looking at the bigger picture, I suppose it’s still a better situation than being in India or parts of sub-Saharan Africa, where most people are just struggling to survive in poverty. In those places, it almost doesn't matter if you're healthy or sick—life is incredibly difficult regardless.

Maybe you should try to shift the focus back to yourself and your own situation for a while, focusing on how you can actually help yourself function a little better—and perhaps more importantly, how you can start feeling a bit more like yourself again. I really think it’s worth leaning into every resource available to you right now, whether that means staying consistent with your medication, committing to psychotherapy, or just exploring whatever other tools might help you find some stability. Honestly, I'm not quite sure what else I could offer, but please just take care of yourself.

I was just thinking about someone like Stephen Hawking, who arguably faced one of the most profound physical challenges anyone could endure. Even with those kinds of limitations, he managed to stay remarkably positive right until the end, pouring himself into writing books and even finding the courage to experience the view from Earth's orbit.

After having dedicated myself so fully to the pursuit of employment, only to be met with continued unemployment, I find that my drive to take any further action has completely vanished. Is it not true that one can only endure such disappointment for so long before the spirit simply gives up?

I suppose I shall have to embark upon the journey of entrepreneurship once again.

Is anyone else here taking Akineton?
Man, this stuff makes my head feel like it's about to explode—it just leaves me feeling so incredibly irritable.
I haven't touched it in quite a while, but I took one pill today while I was hanging out at home and it’s been pure chaos. I honestly feel totally depersonalized right now.

Joseph Fowler33 said:Is anyone else here taking Akineton?
Man, this stuff makes my head feel like it's about to explode—it just leaves me feeling so incredibly irritable.
I haven't touched it in quite a while, but I took one pill today while I was hanging out at home and it’s been pure chaos. I honestly feel totally depersonalized right now.

Who actually prescribed that to you? For what diagnosis? From what I understand, that's pretty heavy-duty stuff they bring out when things are at their worst, though I'm not entirely sure which specific category it falls into or exactly what it's used for...