I Don’t Like To Look Back (Even Though I Do)

But, it “seems” that I was functioning better without any meds.

It’s difficult to wrap one’s brain around it, but I actually wasn’t doing all that well in those days—the days prior to my taking meds!

I was so close back then to having a break, that it was just a “perfect storm” of events, that kept that from happening.

I had a lot of “legal” fun for the two years before my second series of “breaks.”

Prior to the third year of attending classes, I had spent most of that summer in the psych hospital.

And, I was quite a mess before I graduated with my psych degree (of all degrees).

But, they say that a lot of people going into psych are trying to fix themselves, and that could have very well been the draw for me.

As I am someone who is into Personal Development, that theory makes the most sense, regardless of how “lost” I was.

In any event, those days are over!

And, even though I don’t like to look back, I invariably do!

You can read more about these and other stories in the book about my life, “Good Days and Bad Days: I Don’t Have To Like It, I Just Have To Live With It.”

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In A Jail, In An Institution Or On The Streets

That’s the way my life seemed like it was going after I originally was diagnosed with Psychosis NOS.

There had been a time lapse between that first diagnosis and my finishing up school for my Bachelor’s Degree.

During the time I was in school, I was drinking a lot (self-medicating) and that was not at all helpful to my situation.

And, I had tried getting back on meds a few times (after having quit them post-hospitalization), but between my ego at the time and my unwillingness to stick with them due to the side effects, I just couldn’t be helped.

That was then, this is now.

Medication, for me, is a godsend, though it’s not without its problems.

I strongly feel that I’d be in jail, in an institution, or on the streets, had I not had a series of breaks that put me in the hospital between semesters, while I was attending school.

It was during those times in the hospital that they were finally able to pin down a proper diagnosis, and today, I have the schizoaffective disorder (depressive type) header under my name.

But, only for Psychiatry. 🙂