With schizophrenia the way I saw it was like being stuck in a deep hole with only a small ray of light above in the distance. Famously one particular writer described schizophrenia as a fog that slowly envelops one. I think the idea of being buried alive is more apt. A lot of people get stuck in that hole and never get out. They lose all senses and everything is darkness. A lot of people like loved ones never expect you to get out as most people don’t make it out. I feel lucky that I got out of that hole, I am incredibly fortunate and I suppose that is a source of joy to me. The world around me looks beautiful and even though it isn’t perfect I am glad I am not cut off from the world.