I have a brother with paranoid schizophrenia. He was diagnosed 10 years ago. I was very proactive in his treatment and the only one in my family not in denial. He was my best friend for many years so when it happened I was well aware it was sickness. It’s so hard core to watch someone lose their mind. Definitely the saddest thing I’ve ever experienced. Well he’s been stable for 3 years on meds and last night he was here for dinner and the meds are without a doubt not working. I reached out to my family (4 sibling and parents) letting everyone know that it takes a village and now that I’m with child it will be too hard without them. My one sister is the only one to write back. Actually my dad (the provider) wrote about giving my son money for his birthday and not a mention of my bro. A good lot of my friends have moved (understandably, Orlando has shitty politics, everyone outside of an underground community is religious., everyone knows everyone and you’ve seen and done everything once). It’s lonely to think your family as not a part of your support system, especially when you were raised to believe it was your main one. I have balls but I’m not strong inside like some I know. I feel stronger when their are people close to me. I feel stronger when I’m getting more sleep.