With my disease, I was put in the corner as an oddity at family gatherings. This was not always true because my family wanted me to have fun, They knew it was the only social life I got. Because of the severity of my illness, our holidays were sad. My family, broken asunder by my illness, lived on hope. Hope came but too late for my parents to see it. Today, our holidays are joyous. Two years ago I was shot into a fourth dimension by an A.A. workshop and a study at the VA. My immediate family wants me to join them for the holidays. After forty-five years as a black sheep, it’s nice to be popular again.
Schizophrenia and the Holidays
Published by Christopher G. Bremicker
Special Forces medic stationed at Ft. Bragg NC from 1968 to 1970. BA English and MBA, both from University of Minnesota. Fisherman, grouse hunter, downhill skier.. Plays handball and reviews theater. Present job at Walgreens in St. Paul MN is forty-sixth job since high school. Hometown is Cable WI. View more posts
Hey brother I’m glad you’re up for the holidays (Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Years) it’s a fast paced ride. Stay on your meds! 😇
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