Aye, there's the rub!

Buried in the depths of my psyche, is a feeling that I will be able to cope increasingly well with my various symptoms. The paranoia, the delusions of both grandiosity and of causality, the mania, the depression, the guilt and the various other dualities of the disease. For 'tis a disease of the brain, but I am not alone. There are many other people out there not as well suited to face similar challenges, and their rational mind betrays them often. Juxtaposed to that, my rational mind rarely ever fails me, and my insight into the illness is at a very high level. That is why it upsets me more than I can think right now to explain, I think--because upon the onset of symptoms, my rational mind is at a constant battle with the monster that infects the other side. Such is the life of a person suffering from schizophrenia. And although other folks with no mental illness have their other vices and conflicts as well, we have it the worst, and are often treated as society's leper's leper. Shea D