I am the adult daughter of someone with schitzoeffictive disorder. My mom has lived with this illness for almost 10 years. As I write this, I am sitting near her where she has finally dozed off after hours of agitated pacing, a side effect caused by a medication.
One thing I wish I had understood in the beginning is that being in recovery does not mean you are cured. Mom has a good doctor who has been with us through all of her four stays at a rehab center and helped her find appropriate medications and treatments.
Mom is currently able to enjoy and help care for her grandchildren and is doing a self guided home study course so that she can return to work in the medical field.
It is sometimes a hard path and we still struggle from time to time, but we are enjoying life in our new “normal”.