I woke up early this morning and took Savannah out to the bay trail in Sunnyvale to watch the space shuttle fly over Moffett Field. We had a great view and were able to see the shuttle (on the top of a 747) fly towards us from San Francisco and then past Moffett Field on its way to Los Angeles. What a crowd of people!
We walked a little longer along the bay, waiting for the crowds to leave and came back home. I gave Savannah a snack and started getting the laptop out to write when I heard a loud male voice shout out, “You’re not writing anymore! You might as well forget about writing.” I was very tempted to respond back, to get caught up in the voice’s anger, but I did everything I could to distract my thoughts from the threat, and keep myself from getting angry. I reminded myself that this is the nature of the voices, to be threatening and angry, regardless of what I do. I didn’t allow myself to be drawn into their negativity, which often mirrors my own self-doubt and lack of confidence. If I can quickly change my thinking, disregard the voices, and be positive, they stop yelling at me. It’s almost as if they give up because they realize that I’m not listening. They have no power over me.
I thought about my blog and the guest blog post I had written for CureTalk. On Wednesday, I submitted a blog post to CureTalk that briefly described what happened the night I first started hearing voices in my head – The Night I Started Hearing Voices. It was almost as if it started gradually during the night, and then continued up until now. I’ll always remember that night as the starting point for hearing voices. It’s very clear, although nothing else about my illness seems to be. I need the courage to keep writing my memoir, regardless of the voices. Fortunately, I know I have the strength and support to continue.
I had a great experience at the SF Writing for Change conference on Saturday. It was much less nerve wracking than I thought it would be. I was nervous because I didn’t want to get scared and withdraw into myself. I really wanted to put myself out there, and talk to other people. Conferences are great opportunities for meeting new people and networking, but these are exactly the types of activities that I’ve always dreaded doing. Instead, on Saturday, I initiated conversations with a couple of women sitting next to me and learned a little bit about them. I also shared a little bit about my experience with them! It was wonderful! Much more pleasant and enjoyable than I had expected. I think this is because I tend to fear talking to other people, when most of the time, there is nothing to be afraid of.
I received feedback on my pitch, and my title. I was advised to change the title because the one I had thought of is too general. A lot of things to work on! I didn’t hear any voices during the conference, so I thought that was great. I was expecting to hear threats and harassment or intimidation, to try and stop me from talking to agents and editors. Fortunately that didn’t happen. Overall, I continue to improve. The voices and their endless threats, insults and harassment slowly seem to be fading out of my life. I am looking forward to the day when the only voice I hear in my head is my own.
I’m preparing my memoir pitch for the writing workshop I’m attending on Saturday. I’m hoping to pitch my memoir to editors and get feedback. So far I’ve written about half of what I’d like to write. I’ve decided on a tentative title, Never Give Up: Finding the Courage to Change. My memoir is still very much a work in progress, but I’m looking forward to meeting people, networking, and getting feedback at Saturday’s conference. My writing so far has focused mostly on the negative aspects of my experiences over the past 10 years. Now, I’m working on the positive parts of my life that have helped me through the hard times. So often, when we’re overwhelmed with problems and difficulties, it can be hard to see the positive in our lives. I always try to have appreciation for the great things that I have in my life, especially Buddhism and my family. Then I realize how fortunate I really am. I brought a friend with me to a Buddhist meeting last night, and she seemed to really enjoy it. It’s always amazing to share this Buddhism with other people, and help them learn about enjoying their lives and becoming truly happy.
My most recent guest blog post for CureTalk was published online today. I wrote briefly about when I was first diagnosed with schizoaffective disorder. Schizophrenia and schizoaffective disorder are extremely difficult illnesses to come to terms with. It wasn’t easy for me, and I don’t imagine it’s easy for anyone else either. My CureTalk guest blog post can be found on their website at When I Was First Diagnosed With Schizoaffective Disorder. Thanks for reading!
I got a call from my best friend Sonia on Sunday. Sonia lives in Hawaii now, but we spent many summer afternoons at the beach in Santa Cruz, and experienced quite a few Grateful Dead shows together when we were younger. I hadn’t talked to her in 4 or 5 years, so it was really good to hear from her. Our friendship drifted apart when she left for Hawaii and I moved to Boston for grad school. I’ve never visited her in Hawaii, and she hasn’t been here in many years, so I’ve never told her about my illness or anything that I’ve been going through over the past 10-12 years. I didn’t mention anything to her on Sunday, because it seemed like such a long story and I didn’t want to get into it. We talk for almost an hour as it is. Last week I sent her a letter and gave her the link to this blog, but even this blog is only scratching the surface of my experience.
I’m still working on my memoir of course, and I’ve signed up for a day-long writers workshop in September. I think this workshop will be excellent. I’ll get a chance to meet new people, network a little, and practice my social skills. This is very important for me. It’s been one year since I started this blog, and I’ve made so much progress. My life now compared to last year is completely different. Of course I couldn’t have done it alone. I have my friends & family to thank for supporting me, along with my doctors & therapists. I recently wrote another guest blog post for CureTalk called Beyond the Diagnosis of Schizoaffective Disorder. This is what I’m really working on right now. Moving forward in my life, and dwelling less and less on the negative memories of the past.