On losing my mind with bipolar disorder, the bottom line is this: I need to take my medication, no matter how much faith I possess.
Stepping away reminds you that you are human; another hard lesson. It took me years to realize that I am a valid human being despite my illness.
Finding stability with a mental illness, like anything else worthwhile, takes time, effort, and openness to learning, and failing.
Living with schizophrenia, I’ve been through the full gamut of side-effects. New side-effects pop up to say “hello” with each medication I’m prescribed.
When I was deep in the midst of a psychotic break, I was convinced that I was a prophet sent from God to save society from its ills.