There's a part of me that feels like I'm trivialising schizophrenia when I post about my experiences, because my experiences were *just* a year or so of drug- / alcohol- induced voices, hallucinations and terror. I was never medicated (always too well hidden and far too terrified of the outside world to show my face much), just sectioned the once for 3 days. My symptoms went away when I stopped drinking / using.
One of the reasons I'm posting is 118118's mention of a counselling course. Outstanding idea. The counselling course I'm on (only a certificate) has opened my eyes and I've grown hugely as a person thanks - in part - to it. Go for it, and heartfelt best of luck!
There's also a part of me that - I guess - feels I don't have the right to intrude on this thread and post about what's happened for me since sobering up, and since my voices / hallucinations / constant terror stopped. I know my life was made immeasurably easier by the fact that my symptoms were self-inflicted, and I guess I feel like a bit of a part-timer because I had a choice to opt out. I'd hate to trivialise anyone else's experience, so feel the need to insert the rider that I'm not trying to speak about anyone else's experience, and heartfelt apologies if anyone feels I'm trivialising where they're at - it's not my intention.
Things that I believed unobtainable three years ago (I was sectioned in late 2003, sobered up & my symptoms went early- to mid-2004) now seem like realistic goals. In 2003, I was utterly bereft of any form of hope whatsoever. My life was bleak and shit, and the only way I could see of realistically staying alive for any length of time at all was dragging my (student neuroscientist) girlfriend down with me, destroying her life in order to mildly improve my lot, building a dependency on her so she felt too guilty to leave. Without her, I felt like my life would be all but over. To say life felt bleak would be the understatement of the century - if I'd had the balls when she left, I would have tried suicide. If I had a means I could've been certain of, I'm not sure I wouldn't be dead. My cousin is.
What you said about having been a medical student really rang true for me, 118118. I'd lost a degree at Warwick, a couple of amazing women, countless potential jobs, everything I owned.
In the last 2.5yrs, I've regained hope and regained a life. I've had 2 employers and been a student for 2yrs; both the employers were outstandingly supportive (though one was - admittedly - a drug and alcohol agency, the other was Tesco's...) and so was the uni.
Working through in small steps, I've got the job I could barely dream of 2yrs ago and have set my sights higher. I've landed a first class BSc, broadened my social horizons, have had a couple of disastrous but enjoyable relationships, and have grown like a person like I wouldn't've believed possible. I'm applying for a scholarship / studentship to Cambridge uni. That is so far beyond my dreams, ambitions or expectations I don't have words for it. Even 2yrs ago, I thought I was permanently brain damaged. Most importantly, I've discovered me, woo! And a sizeable part of that has been the counselling course I've been doing since September.
Whatever path you ultimately take - don't lower your ambitions or lose sight of hope. Just because you're not where you were at a while back doesn't mean you have to settle for jobs you'd be unhappy with or lower your ambitions. I've got a huge amount of faith in people - it's fantastic to hear you're going down the path you've taken, and heartfelt best of luck
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