Nobody Told Me

When I first found out that I had a mental illness, nobody told me what was wrong or what to expect.  The doctors gave me medicine, but didn't tell me what it was supposed to do or what side effects I would live with.

Nobody told me that I would spend the rest of my life alone in fear of other people.  I probably wouldn't marry or have children.  I most likely would not hold a college degree.  I would work on entry level jobs, if I worked at all.

I would be obsessed with thoughts in my head that would nag at me constantly.  I would have difficulty concentrating to read a book, watch TV or  have a simple conversation.  My room would be filled with some kind of fog that seemed to control everything.

I would live with uncomfortable side effects, some of them permanent, that make me look like somethings.wrong.