Schizophrenia-Personal Narrative Analysis

I woke up in my bed at the Stephens Adult Psychiatric Unit in Joplin, Missouri. I had dreamt of being back home the previous night, so it was crushing to wake up and realize where I was. It was my 2nd day there, but it felt like much longer. Most psychiatric units have a similar structure. During the week, there are group activities that preoccupy you enough to make the day somewhat bearable. The weekends are worse, because there is nothing. You can either sleep or watch television in the day room with the other patients. The lack of activity constantly reminds you that you’re trapped. That all of your belongings have been taken away. That you are not allowed to go outside at all during the duration of your stay. That you are virtually entirely isolated from the outside world. The only thing I had to look forward to during those days was the hour of visitation with my parents twice a day. You’d think a psychiatric unit would be the one place on

I’ve always been passionate about understanding others; stepping into their shoes and seeing, thinking, and appreciating the lives they live. I think it is important to take that extra step and see things from a different point of view. It is the only way to achieve a true understanding. I believe in this philosophy so much so, that it’s one of the main reasons I have this blog; to give others a glimpse of a life with mental illness. I’ve been in treatment for 2 months and 26 days and I think it’s time for another peek into my brain.

Undoubtedly, technology has done wonders throughout and left an ineradicable mark on education, but technology has its

I have schizophrenia and I live with schizophrenia. This is my story. I remember being a teenager and loving every bit of life from school work, my family, my dogs and my friends. I was always known for my positive attitude and energy and being the life of the group. This all started to change around the age of 13 or 14 for me. The voices began one late afternoon on my way home from school. At first I thought it was just my imagination until I realized there was no off button for them. The voices continued to appear from this day on and I gradually lost myself within them. I started to shelter myself from my family and friends and believed I was slowly losing my sanity. I was scared to share my experience with anyone so I kept to myself withdrawn from the world I once loved.

It’s a struggle to get out of bed sometimes, I often just sit there struggling to comprehend the sequence of events which have taken place over the past year. I mean, I’m used to this now, its normal to me, but the fact that this has happened and that I am now ‘disabled’ as people would put it is hard to get my head around. And every time I look down I’m reminded of the pain and the struggle I faced, it’s a physical scar which links me to my grueling past, a physical and emotional journey.

Around the world, one of the most controversial topics is whether or not schools depend too much on technology. Sure, every school has some type of internet form of learning but that doesn’t mean it’s too much. People have their own reasoning for believing that schools use too much technology instead of reading directly out of textbooks. I also have my reason to believe that it is not too much technology being used for educational purposes. There are different effects of technology that are both good and bad. It has helped education and also had a negative effect on education. So, let’s take a look at the facts that I have researched, and some of the different opinions people have.

I am Simone Alexander. I have severe schizophrenia, but I take my medications regularly. I have been through a lot. Even in my condition, I still try to help out my community during the rough time I have been through. I care a lot about Hollywood, California, because I was raised here. I am such a high spirited, generous, and kind woman. I have been going through a 5 year hardship relationship with my on and off again boyfriend Lucas also known as Paw-Paw. Last night was horrific. The unthinkable was spoken. I was traumatized.

If you were to see me walking down the street you would never guess that I was in foster care. I dress and act like your everyday 17 year old, and in a way I am. Except I was placed in foster care when I was 15 years old. Scratch that I put myself in foster care when I was 15 years old. I bet you’re asking “why”? “Why would you do such a thing”? Well my mother was diagnosed with paranoid schizophrenia also known as disorganized schizophrenia. Just in case you don't know disorganized schizophrenia is characterized by incoherent and illogical thoughts and behaviors, so when you are 15 that's not a good situation to be in. My mother couldn't keep a job therefore she could not support us.

Has your world ever been flipped upside down overnight? Well, mine has when my Uncle had a bad stroke that causes him to lose the left side of his brain. This event changed my life forever it was like I was blind to being able to see for the very first time. Those horrible days truly made me rethink my life, and it taught me how precious life is and how quickly life can be taken away. The biggest thing that came out of this was the improvement in my work ethic, giving it my all 100% of the time, and not procrastinating on anything in my life. Having my world flipped upside was probably the greatest thing that could have happened and here's why.

I can relate to what you expressed about your son being assessed for ADD symptoms. My son experienced the same situation when he was in first grade. Unfortunately, he lost his father from a sudden death and he was present when we found him. After his dad’s death, he started acting out and his teacher suggested to have him tested for ADHD disorder. Not knowing any better I had him tested, and the Dr. said he does not have ADHD. I took him to counseling at seven years old and he wouldn’t cooperate with the counselor so, we discontinued his therapy. His behavior continues and now the school was suggesting he has a learning disability; he was tested and he was given a IEP for school. Now he is entering middle school and the subject is brought up

“So how is our Jane Doe?” he asked, sinking into a purple armchair and crossing his legs.

From my point of view I think it’s okay. People often look at the stigma associated with a word or with people, I tend to not. I call things what they have been called, but I have also unintentionally insulted people, not to some horrible degree and nothing that I know is insulting more just like what to call people of little stature and what to call people from the numerous sexual and gender identification options. Since I don’t know anyone to ask, the term to me is acceptable. Asking someone with a personality disorder would yield better answers. The word abnormal to me carries a positive tone, it’s just people who aren’t normal and well no one like to be normal. To me the word normal carries a negative tone, if someone’s just normal there’s

I finally decided to stop running for the time being, my legs were limp and were in tremendous pain, and my nasty gash looked even worse than before. I saw an enormous oak tree and I forced myself to get up and hide over there for a bit. While I was siting their my mind was in complete shock of the events that had taken place, it wouldn't stop replaying in my mind, then I broke down and started to sob hysterically like a maniac, but what I just saw and my mental and physical state I couldn't help

Technology affects every aspect of our lives. From romance to business, it has shown its presence everywhere. But technology has had a huge impact on education that cannot be denied, and has done nothing but improve the quality and quantity of education.

Thesis Statement: Technology has given education several benefits, including easier access to information, enhances communication, and different learning methods.