I started talking to someone who both seemed cool and lived relatively close to me yesterday. Conversation was going great, until I did the honest thing and mentioned that I'm schizoaffective. They said they were fine with it, but asked questions. I'd honestly say that my mental health is a major boon for me now as it makes me productive and creative and I'm forming an edutainment enterprise as a result of being different. But, I had to mention what it was like in the past before I did my spiritual work and found a medication cocktail that really works for me. Immediately ghosted, like everyone else has done.

It's always like this. There's such a hellish stigma against us schizos and it just sucks. I'm eternally grateful that I have my best friend who's also schizophrenic, but I don't feel like I have a chance at finding a partner or even making many more friends across my life. I mean, in my mania, I'm certain that I'm going to become famous and bypass all these setbacks of my mental health, but when I'm depressed, which is a majority of the time, I feel like a subhuman mutant that no one wants. Feels bad, man.

But, I just have to roll my shoulders and Shrug. Things could be worse. They could be a hell of a lot better, but I have found the importance of being grateful in maintaining my happiness and wellbeing. So, I keep on keeping on and continue to be as hopeful as my defected brain will allow.