Thriving on Antipsychotics
Yes, it may be killing a fly with a blowtorch, but I am happy.
I am one of those poor, unfortunate souls forced to be on antipsychotics for life. It turns out that being outwardly insane is frowned upon. It was tough — at first, I decided life was too bleak, and I must have already died, so I lived as if I were already dead and had no hopes for the future. Luck has it; I’ve found a way to thrive, and here is what I do.
I give myself time to rest when needed, and it is often. I am kind to myself so that I can, in turn, remain kind to others, have satisfying relationships, and feel and receive compassion and understanding. It’s easy to give up and feel intense despair from the pain of suffering and decide to become a horrible person in return, but that gets us into a terrible position.
I remain humble and remember that I always have much to learn. Growing up, being slightly more advanced in intelligence, I did not develop a stubborn, arrogant, or haughty attitude. Not thinking we are superior to others helps us continue to learn from them because every person can know more than we do about a particular subject as long as we are patient enough to ask.
I feel satisfied and grateful for all the beautiful things I have. With this feeling, we can attract more gifts from daily life, such…
