I don’t usually write in simple black and white ways.
The television images of schizophrenics cornered Joan in a crease of fear left to smolder.
She let Joan know that she had schizophrenia in the same tone she used when explaining to friends how to bake a cake.
This blog is part one of two. Although it is in third person, it is largely true.
I struggle with schizophrenia, but still live a good life.
Life is decorated with silver stars.