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Up yours, Schizophrenia
Fuck You, Schizophrenia.
Because I hate your very name. It's long and no one knows how to spell it. Your stupid name has replaced a perfectly lovely name. His name is "Dan" and he is my brother.
Because it isn't socially acceptable to blame my parents for schizophrenia. I rather enjoyed blaming them...those were good times and you took that from me.
Because you have painted your graffiti on my beautiful brother. My sweet, sensitive, handsome brother, who used to turn heads but now makes people cross to the other side of the street.
Because my brother will never get to have a catch with a son.
Because my own children look at me, unbelieving when I tell them that their Uncle Dan was the best baseball pitcher I ever saw. They only know the Schizophrenic, disheveled and muttering Dan.
Because your hateful voice is stuck in my brother's head.
Because he will never walk a daughter down the aisle.
Fuck You, Schizophrenia.
Because in my mind, my brother is dead. The brother of my childhood, just 18 months older than me, is dead to me. And, fuck you for judging that.
Because I wince when someone asks about him. I want to be my sisters...all mature and level headed and accepting. But, instead I refuse to speak of or about my lost brother.
Because I don't know what the fuck you did with my brother. Is he in there? Is he watching this horror play out? Is he sending me signals, using our childhood secret code that I've long since forgotten?
Because people make clucking noises just before or just after they say "Schizophrenia."
Because my brother knew me best and he must see what a coward I have become.
Because of all the times my brother saved me and now he is drowning and all I can do is watch and make clucking noises.
Because you haunt me. When I watch my own son on the pitcher's mound, I see my brother.
Because you invade all of my prayers. They all come back to you. Please protect my brother, please give him peace, please forgive me, and please, for the love of all things sacred, do.not.let.this.happen.to.my.children. This is always followed with apology prayers for being so selfish.
Because you took my big brother.
Because you left your calling card.
Fuck You, Schizophrenia.
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Comments (13)
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Report Mon Jan 14, 2013 - 5:59 amI'm so sorry this is something you and your family deal with. Just heartbreaking. FU mental illness, indeed.Reply -
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Thu Aug 16, 2012 - 7:59 pm
This is so well written. It's chilling and sad and honest.Reply -
Report Wed Aug 15, 2012 - 10:14 pmJesus. Indeed, fuck schizophrenia (I had to copy and paste the word because really, who can spell that shit?). Your prayers are NOT selfish. You have every right to pray those things. I'll pray for you too. xoxoReply -
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Wed Aug 15, 2012 - 1:50 am
Thank you for writing this. it's so incredibly honest. It actually helps me understand what a friend of mine went through with her big brother. Although it was many years ago. So thank you. And I'm so incredibly sorry for both you, your family and especially your brother. xxReply -
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Wed Aug 15, 2012 - 1:04 am
Thank you for sharing this.Reply -
Report Tue Aug 14, 2012 - 11:48 pmwhat a beautifully honest post. I cannot imagine the pain u must feel to see your brother like this. Thanks for sharing. XxXReply -
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Tue Aug 14, 2012 - 11:38 pm
Thanks for sharing your feelings.Reply -
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Tue Aug 14, 2012 - 10:35 pm
Strong, silencing, encouraging. Thank you for sharing this.Reply -
Report Tue Aug 14, 2012 - 9:00 pmSo powerful! If by chance you live in the New England area, I would love to have you speak at a mental health event with my psychosis research group. If not, I hope you are in touch with your local NAMI chapter. They will be proud to have you!!Reply -
1 reply, Last reply by HouseTalkN on Tue Aug 14, 2012 at 9:15 pm
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Report Tue Aug 14, 2012 - 8:34 pmAll I want to do is hug you and make the pain go. My mom was schizophrenic and everyone ignored it and pretended it would go away. Fuck you, Schizophrenia, but blessing to you for being as honest and strong as you are. IiiIReply -
Report Tue Aug 14, 2012 - 8:03 pmBeautiful. Thank you for having the courage to share. I lost my husband to bipolar 2 years ago and can relate. I wish you peace and love.Reply -
Report Tue Aug 14, 2012 - 6:38 pmI wish I had words for you, but I don't. None. You have gone into your soul and written so honestly and nakedly that I'm speechless. Maybe I'll just join you: Fuck you, Schizophrenia. http://theycallmemummy.comReply










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