My mind has been both my best friend and my worst enemy.

One of the reasons the doctors gave for hospitalizing me against my will was that I was ‘gravely disabled.’ To support this view, they wrote in my chart that I was unable to do my Yale Law School homework. I wondered what that meant about much of the rest of New Haven.

Everyone becomes psychotic in his or her own ways.

Occupying my mind with complex problems has been my best and most powerful and most reliable defense against my mental illness.

Please hear this: There are not ‘schizophrenics,’ there are people with schizophrenia.

The schizophrenic mind is not so much split as shattered. I like to say schizophrenia is like a waking nightmare.

Even with all that - excellent treatment, wonderful family and friends, supportive work environment - I did not make my illness public until relatively late in life, and that's because the stigma against mental illness is so powerful that I didn't feel safe with people knowing. If you hear nothing else today, please hear this: There are not 'schizophrenics'. There are people with schizophrenia, and these people may be your spouse, they may be your child, they may be your neighbor, they may be your friend, they may be your coworker.