I had a family emergency tonight. My grandma was having an anxiety attack and she wasn’t too keen on being alone. My mom had a lot on her plate, so I told her I would pick up my uncle and that we would go check on everything. I drove my uncle to my grandma’s, back to his house, to get food and then back to my grandma’s. We spent quite a bit of time together and had a few good conversations. I bought him food and I talked to him about his mental illness.
My uncle was diagnosed with schizophrenia awhile back. I was always told that he was crazy and my family just made it seem as if it wasn’t a big deal. I never really thought of him seriously when I was little. As I have gotten older, I’ve made my own opinions about certain things and I’ve realized that it’s not him at all. He is a person and having schizophrenia doesn’t diminish that, if anything, I know it makes going on harder for him.
We had a talk and he talks so highly about me. He told me that he can see that my heart is pure. And I told him that being schizophrenic isn’t his fault. It makes him stronger and even if it is hard at times, I know he’ll get through it. Getting to talk to him meant so much to me. He even said that he’s lucky to have me as a niece (insert an ugly cry here). It sounds so minuscule, but I’m so proud of my progress. This is all a sign that I’m where I need to be and that I’m on the right track.
This is also a time for me to tell anyone and everyone that having a mental illness makes you less of a person. The right people will get it. The right people will help you and be there. Everything comes in good time. You are strong and powerful. You have the ability to continue living, and if you feel like you don’t–please reach out to some. Tell someone that you are struggling. Get in contact with someone that can help you. I am also here to help, if you have no idea where to start. You’re stronger than your demons. Be valiant.