Since the age of 4 I’ve heard voices and what I now know are hallucinations… Growing up was hard because expressing what I was going through was and kinda still is hard…I’ve been diagnosed schizoaffective with major depression disorder as well as anxiety and PTSD. My teens sucked because of the confusion of what I’ve been dealing with, and as I got older my parents and I would argue a lot and most of it is because they couldn’t understand what I was going through… My mom kinda could understand because her father was schizophrenic, but she never liked to talk or deal with what she’d been through because of it. As soon as I graduated, I joined the U.S. Navy… that only made things worse. As soon as i was out the military, I quickly went to my father… I became homeless multiple times and tried multiple drugs… The only reason why I’m in a better place is because of my wife. She helped me kick my addiction without rehab and made sure i got back to taking my meds and received meds for my neuropathy… The sad part is I will perpetually have to fight this hell while not trying to lose the ones who matter to me the most, like my daughter…. She doesn’t understand but at least she loves me.
