im at my moms house for a couple nights for my birthday. my sister also has psychosis and shes less functioning than i am, but her psychosis came about later in her life than mine did. its so hard to see her not well. i feel as if i dont know who she is anymore? which in turn makes me feel bad, because i should know what its like. which, i do. but watching someone you love in deep psychosis while you yourself have psychosis is a very strange experience. its brought me a lot of insight, but also lots of pain