On Christmas Day of 2006, I was homeless, alone and delusional, suffering from untreated schizophrenia. Today, in recovery, I celebrate Christmas with my family at home.
When I was finally picked up by police for trespassing on my former university campus, I was confused, thinking it was all a mistake. I needed treatment, not jail time.
My dream was to study biochemistry at my university, until I developed schizophrenia. Thinking irrationally, I believed I would broker peace in the Middle East.
Because of untreated schizophrenia, I spent four years as a homeless person, sleeping in libraries and outdoors. Today, with treatment, I enjoy a normal life.
Though commonly referred to as mental illness, schizophrenia belongs in the same classification as brain diseases along with Alzheimer’s, Parkinson’s Disease, and stroke.
When I was hearing voices and homeless, most doctors would have easily diagnosed me with schizophrenia. Nonetheless, I spent a year without a diagnosis, living outside.