Schizophrenia-Personal Narrative

“Thank you, I just know that she’s not doing well and I don’t know if this surgery will go well”

"There was no sign of trauma or foul play. They have a couple tests; a neuropathology test and a toxicology test that we're waiting to come back."

"Shh," she comforts her before looking up at me, "can chemo not even help this time?"

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.

Looking back, my aspirations of wishing to attend law school are not so apparent as others may have had. Unfortunately, I was not one of the high school students that woke up one day and realized I knew what I wanted to spend the entirety of my life doing after school. After taking a psychology class I was intrigued with the subject. The thought of knowing what made people tick peaked my interest. This feeling was even more reinforced by seeing psychology in the media, from news broadcasting all the way to fictional shows such as Criminal Minds.

“We’re going to keep him over night for observation. We’ll call you as soon as we have the results on the scan.”

Moving to find a more comfortable position in the armchair, he cleared his throat before taking a long sip of the coffee. “She didn’t have the typical look of a junkie or a street person.”

“Arden was shot. There’s a high possibility she will go into organ failure,” Shaun said impatiently, clearly wanting to go into the hospital to help.

-Your healers say she is fine-at least physically, although they are running some more tests to make sure. - Thor answered, concern showing through his voice.

“Dr. Thomas, these past few weeks I have been terribly exhausted, I’d hate for my daughter to become ill, is there anything I can do?” Jennifer says.

On July 13th Alice continuously try to persuade herself that doing drugs aren't bad for her (Sparks, 1996, p. 35, 37). “I've tried for two days to convince myself that doing LSD does not make me a dope addict”. Alice dose drugs and runs out then goes into a deep depression state due to withdrawal of the drugs. “Last night was the worst night of my shitty, rotten stinking, dreary fucked up life.” (p. 77). She went to a party and was drugged with heroin and was raped by two people that said they were going to do the drug but ended up doing speed and pot. “I realized that the dirty sons of a bitches took turns raping us and treating us sadistically and brutally”(Sparks,1996,p.77.) .Yes, it is hard to evaluate someone in this type of a situation but it make you realize that drugs aren't all it's all pumped up to

“Later that week, Jeff told me that both my parents were shot by a police officer guarding the border. I believed him. Till Sean - my dad’s best friend told me that they died of overdosing, not killed by anyone, only killed by the drug. He was on the trip with my dad, he told me exactly what he saw.”

“Before all of the questions, I need to know what happened to my parents.” The nurse looked uncomfortable.

She sank into her plush, over-sized chair and leaned over the desk, cradling her face in her hands, “I’m aware,” her tone