It took quite a bit go that to happen. During my manic episode the cops were called, I was tasered, I went nuts. Thankfully they were all smart enough to get me the help I need and my family was still there for me. Now I have collected my thoughts and the schizophrenia that had taken hold at its worst time is quashed. I started to believe it was me against the world, nothing is farther from the truth. People are good and fearful, not evil and conniving.
Because I understand this I have hope, and that's what it takes to get past mental illness. Thank you all, and thanks goes to all who have shown me love and support over the years