Scenario: I just had dinner and I’m making myself a coffee. (Yes a coffee after dinner, I have unhealthy habits, stop judging me). All of a sudden, I get this discomfort in the back of my mouth, up toward my nasal passage.
“This feels like that last time I got a cold. Ugh, I don’t want a cold again, my schizophrenia always gets worse after a cold.”
“This doesn’t feel like before. It feels more piercing.”
“Oh, fuck, what if it’s one of those rare flesh-eating amoebas.”
“Spit into the sink. If there’s blood, I’m calling 911.” *spits into the sink and examines spit*
“Nothing. Try snorting, maybe there’s something stuck in there.” *snorts*
“Nothing. Fuck, it’s definitely some kind of flesh-eating virus. Keep spitting until you see blood.” *spits more for the next 2 minutes*
“Still nothing. Well, hopefully, it’s just a cold, I can deal with a cold.”
“This pain is different than anything I’ve experienced, it really is a flesh-eating virus.”
“Try snorting again, but harder.”
*snorts hard*
*gags from debris being snorted into throat*
*feels something in mouth*
*relief washes over me*
*examines debris*
It was a piece of my dinner! UGH!
Life is an ongoing series of lessons. Because I live with schizophrenia, my hope is that the lessons I learn and the solutions that come from those lessons will help you and anyone else dealing with schizophrenia or mental illness/mental health issues.
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