A Daughter's Story

A Stranger Exists

There is a man who is like a stalker, a stranger. We have the same last name. He walks about the town looking for his daughter. The pharmacy, the library and the stores, to name a few. This man along with my mother gave birth to me in 1958. He is my father.

He became this way because of being non-compliant with the meds. I am not going to sound like a broken record, for in a lot of my writings here that is all you have heard. For the most part he stays out of my sight because he fears that I am going to become a broken record. No, instead I have to focus on what I need to do in life for me. My educational goals, my plans to move to Georgia, and to have my first book published.

I am taking my meds for a different condition than my father's, also I have some physical ailmnents which could exasberate if I let that
happen. In the meantime, I go to the therapist, my doctor and weekly appointments. In adition to, I have a summer school course that I must finish in a few weeks. I belong to a few writing groups, and I am in the process of writing two books, one is a memoir and the other one is a true story; however I will have to fictionalize it.

If you have schizophrenia, you know what to do, if you are a caretaker, please cotinue to encourage your famiky or friend to do the right thing. There are many support groups for all of you, dependng on where you live. Until you next time, please take care.
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