Hi, well as I read about Schizophrenia and all, I was just thinking of myself although no longer being diagnosed as Chronic Parinoid Schizophrenia as I was 10 years ago or Shcizoaffective disorder as I was a few years ago. I simply despite the diagnosis suffer daily from different levels of Psychosis. Or more or less "Symptoms" of Psychosis.

My treatment Plan has the number 1 issue for myself is to "Stay Alive" followed by "Independant Living"

Of course with any Psycotic disorder medication is a key roly in treatment. However Medication for most people suffering from Psychosis will not 100% eliminate all forms or presence of phychosis, no matter how much of a fairy tale dream I may want to believe it to be true, for me the symptoms simply are under contol enough for me to function without supervision and or hospitalization.

For me, some of my "beliefs" which do not harm anyone as bizarre as they may seem are best to just let go. As in not to force the issue on me or try to convince me I am 'delusional'.

I refuse to use my cooking stove or oven. I find it not something to be safe for me. So I must use an alternative in coping with this as my mind is made up and I am not using that stove. I use the microwave and also an electric skillet.

I have a Case Manager who comes to my home twice a week to assist me or listen to me, and what is causing me stress or distress at the current moment.

She and I do not discuss what would seem to be major threrapy issues, more like daily living issues I am experiencing which are more like things others not suffering from 'Phychosis' would not even think about.

I can only speak through experience that when the breaking point comes for me and am hospitalized, I am after unable to recall all the events leading up to hospitalization and only know what is told to me of the seemingly 'funny' things I had said and done.

As I ramble I do recall as once living in a basement sleeping room, and going downtown in the middle of the night to a 24-hour retail store, and filled a shopping cart with all my heart desired as I was on a 'shopping trip' after carefully selcting my items, I continued to have the check out person ring up and bag when the total was said to me several hundred dollars, I simply reached into my right pocket, then my left pocket. Then looked at the cashier and simply said "I'm sorry, I don't have any money" then with no regard walked out the door.

several days later I was hospitalized. So that stuff I just wanted to share. Now paranoid someone out there in my city I knew or once knew who knows of that story will know my true identity I simply must just deal with it.

Thank you all and Have a good day-Chris