I am a very delightful person, but chicanery has always been as tumultuous as a broken home.  Extramarital affairs run in my family, and I determined to avoid this early.  I am very interested in nursing, and I always nurtured this.  In my lifetime, listening to music converged me into the propitious domain of medicine, but this is not my fort.  In 1998, I came down with depression, but the doctors did not help me.  In 2003, I began to take medication for schizophrenia, 10mg of *******.  How definitive this was, because I lost all ability to dream.  I should have stayed on this, because I would have not had schizoaffective disorder, now.  I went to college in 2001, and I almost immediately began to be approached by men.  Going to a store by myself one night, I never made it back home the same.  I was raped the day after my birthday, and I suffer from schizoaffective disorder when sex is included in my relationship with men.  My significant other has the same problems as me, and I understand him.  I hope religion can help me live requisite to a life of prosperity, because mom ridiculously ruled home.  I have always had a problem with authority, but nothing transpired until I was unfairly graded.  I would like to work with NAMI and facilitate a Connections group.  I never had my own car, but I hope by working with NAMI I can purchase one.  My mode for celebrating my recovery is to be a nurse practitioner in psychiatry.  I will work on this goal, until it happens.  I feel like a person with gardens, but I am in debt from low workmanship and high debt from school loans.  I want to work in mental health to give others the glory for trying to cope with mental illness.  If you know someone who is depressed, take matters into the hands of professionals who can treat the person.  Depression is a chronic mental health condition, which provides doctors and NPs the tools to prevent suicide.  Thank you.