The drug I take is called schizophrenia, among other labels, which I desperately want to put away. I want to put the drug of schizophrenia down, and I want to put down the stigma surrounding its label.

I keep moving ahead, as always, knowing deep down inside that I am a good person and that I am worthy of a good life.

I have schizophrenia. I am not schizophrenia. I am not my mental illness. My illness is a part of me.

You can’t be beaten by something you laugh at.