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

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

I am a woman with chronic schizophrenia. I have spent hundreds of days in psychiatric hospitals. I could have ended up living most of my life on a back ward, but things turned out quite differently.

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

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.

No one would ever say that someone with a broken arm or a broken leg is less than a whole person, but people say that or imply that all the time about people with mental illness

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