利兹·拉普

I grew up in a small town in upstate New York. My childhood was normal, uneventful but happy. However, even in elementary school, I perceived I was different from the other kids, which made me uneasy, and I struggled with weight gain. By high school, I was having delusions, believing there were monkeys living in my parents’ home. As I grew older, I thought of suicide, but I hid these feelings from my family.

High school was difficult, but there were bright spots. I studied photography, excelled in English, and was editor of the school’s small paper. I was also secretary of the AIDS Committee for the school. Looking back, I believe I was experiencing a mania that enabled me to accomplish all these things. Some days, I would crash hard and go into a very dark place. Fortunately, I had two terrific friends who knew I was struggling.

I managed to graduate high school in 1988 and started college the next fall at SUNY Farmingdale where I studied graphic design. Far away from my family, I experienced an increase in symptoms. I thought my roommate was trying to kill me and that my room was bugged with cameras that were monitoring me.

Needless to say, I didn’t do well my first year in college. I came home in mid-April before the school year ended without finishing my freshman year. When I arrived at home, I felt healthier in a safe and familiar environment with my family. But my parents thought I came home early for another medical reason, as I disclosed to them that I had been having migraines, and did not suspect anything was wrong with my mind.

The summer after my freshman year, I started working for a florist, and I loved it. I assisted with orders during the day and learned how to design arrangements. I also learned how to make the perfect bow and many other skills that I still find useful now. I worked there for four months.

My girlfriend introduced me to my future husband who I married in January of 1990, about eight weeks after we met. I became a mother the same year. During this time, my delusions were ever-present and increasingly annoying, but I still held it together.

我的第二个儿子出生后，我丈夫开始发现我有些不对劲。我丈夫在海军服役，我 26 岁时怀上了我的第三个儿子，我们搬到了意大利。

Italy was fantastic. The country and people were amazing.  We lived on a small island in the middle of the Mediterranean Sea.  I was generally happy, but at the same time, my mental health began to spiral downhill. I was unpredictable and edgy. My husband was walking on eggshells, unaware of what would set me off.  He did not realize that my delusions were increasing and that I believed there were people watching me with cameras in my house. These delusions were getting more prevalent with each passing day.

After we moved back stateside from Italy, my husband finally convinced me to seek help for erratic behavior, as I had begun to experience both depression and mania and was spending money we didn’t have. I was hiding my true symptoms from everyone, aware that most people did not think there were monkeys in their homes. I finally went to a doctor who started me on medication for what she thought was bipolar disorder. I did not stay on the meds she prescribed because I did not think they were helping me, and I hated the way they made me feel. I stopped going to the doctor altogether. I believed I could manage my symptoms on my own as I had done most of my life. My family moved to Ohio from Washington state that same year, in 2004.

My husband and I were not doing well as a couple. The stress of my untreated mental illness was taking its toll on us, though we did not yet know it was schizophrenia. One day, after an argument with my husband, I revealed to him that I was suicidal, and he took me to the hospital. This was the first of many stays in the behavioral health unit.

Shortly after my first hospitalization, I had my first psychotic break. I was actually seeing and hearing the monkeys in my home. I thought they were in the basement keeping me from doing laundry. I was on the phone with a friend of mine and mentioned to her I couldn’t do laundry because of them.

I was in and out of the hospital over the next few years, trying to find the right meds and the right treatment team. I was still not very forthcoming with my doctor about all my symptoms, so it took about four years to find the right medications for me. It took another three years to find a treatment team that I felt I could trust and that I liked. Finally, my team identified my hallucinations, delusions, and depression, and gave me a correct diagnosis of schizoaffective disorder.

找到正确的诊断和强大的治疗团队后的转变令人惊叹。

Following my recovery, I became the loving and present mom that my three sons badly needed. I also began going to school for massage therapy while we were living in Washington state. Then we moved to Ohio, where I started working for a wonderful massage therapy company.

But despite success in both my work and family life, I was still not taking my medication consistently. I would take it until I felt better then stop, thinking I didn’t need it anymore. I was hospitalized a few more times but still did not understand that I was only temporarily doing well because of my medication. During my final hospitalization, I realized that I did not want to ever relapse again and began to faithfully take my medication.

In 2013 I went back to school again to be an esthetician (specialist in skin beautification) and I started my own business.

It was hard but I was relatively successful. I loved being an esthetician almost as much as I loved my new job as a massage therapist. I ran my esthetics business successfully for two years.

By 2015, I was working at another massage therapy company as a lead esthetician. But finally, the stresses of working two jobs for almost 60 hours a week along with raising a family became too much for me to handle. In 2015, I wound up having another bout of hallucinations and delusions, seeing monkeys again and believing strangers were taking pictures of me, and I had to close my business.

我很沮丧。我讨厌放弃我喜欢做的事情和我努力工作的事业。

This time, I worked closely with my doctor and was not hospitalized. I also joined a support group for people with psychotic illness. It happened to be a step group similar to Alcoholics Anonymous (AA).  I took the steps to heart. I practiced them every day, and I came to the realization that I needed to change my life and get my illness under control once and for all.

This included many things, but the top three were (1) my weight loss journey, as weight gain had been a problem since high school, (2) starting a journal which gave me a place to express my thoughts, struggles, and feelings without being judged, and (3) discovering the world of daily planning. Daily planning gave me a sense of control over my life and my illness as well as a creative outlet. As I focused on these three things, I was truly doing well for the first time in my whole life.

That same year, I was approached by the leader of my support group and asked to come to the hospital where he was a volunteer to tell my story of success. I have been telling my story of recovery for almost five years now, and I enjoy it immensely.

In 2019 I started Project Daily Pages, which is a non-profit organization that helps those with mental illness live in recovery to the best of their ability by providing tools, materials, instruction, and support. The goal is to allow them to live more stable, more productive, and more successful lives, as I have done personally.

I am living in recovery now. To the best of my ability, I hope to help others learn helpful techniques I have learned mostly by trial and error over the years. Today, I am happy, successful, and free from nearly all my symptoms.

As I do what I love, which is helping people, my family truly supports me. I would not know what to do without them, especially my husband of 30 years. We have been through a lot together. My boys are grown now. They give me a reason to take my medication. I stay healthy for my family.

What I want people with mental illness to know is you may not get well overnight. Your recovery will look completely different than mine. But that does not mean you are not successful. If you are doing all the things in your life that you can to aid your physical and mental wellness, such as taking medication and practicing good self-care habits, then that in itself is a great accomplishment.