I’m believable now and might start a “Schizoaffective Success Stories” thread. My new outlook should be recognized, yet I wait to see if there is more. I should probably get a job. Hate left the window and so did cigarettes. My worrisome thinking is becoming like I can stand it. And I believe I can handle this life. My parents are a big factor in the whole thing, and I couldn’t be in the good place I am without their belief in me.

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