I am 21 years old and was diagnosed with schizoaffective disorder and as a symptom of the illness was afraid just at the name. This was almost 2 years ago. I originally was told I had a dual-diagnosis of a mental disorder and substance abuse problems.
I went to the nearest hospital and was treated for it. The medication I was on was for anxiety. However, because of this misdiagnosis, the symptoms increased. At first I thought that everyone I met had problems and that there was just a tiny, little bump in the road for me to get over. This was not the case.
I was eventually properly diagnosed and spent three weeks in intensive care as I struggled to keep hold of my mental state and ensure my family that things would change. It was however, in me and the strength I needed to find was inside of me. While the help of doctors was what really did the trick, I was left alone in my own head to find sanity and peace I desperately needed.
Today I presently commute back and forth to college with part-time status and have my eyes set on psychology in hopes of doing whatever it takes to help others with mental illness. Hearing the in-depth stories and struggles of others was what gave me the sanity and peace I desperately sought. As the motto goes, you are not alone. While in my family and friends I felt alone and misunderstood. But, through therapy, self-reflection and education on the illness I am one step closer to my future goals.