Schizoaffective: Light at the end of the tunnel

Almost 18 years ago on June 21, 1987, I was diagnosed with paranoid schizophrenia. It took me ten years to find out I was bipolar and several more years before the final diagnosis of schizoaffective.

I suffer, still, from slight headaches although not as bad as they used to be. The headaches used to make me feel like my head would literally split in half. Later on I found out what anxiety was.

On February 6, 1987 I lost my son who was stillborn. I was working at the time at a highly stressful job trying to beat the odds.

I had been working towards the purchase of a farm to raise livestock and pets and I even went to school for that. Had a horse of my own and several cats. Eventually I bought 52 acres in the country. Then I lost the acreage, then the cats and had to put the horse down in 1992.

When I was first diagnosed all I could say was yes, no and maybe. I have come a long way and there is light at the end of tunnel.