Please pray for me . . .

I got my Haldol increased and have been so tired I can barely function for part of the day. It doesn't seem to be working (except for putting me to sleep so I can't be hearing voices). Today I feel better, but I keep being confused, thinking I am evil, etc. I feel sorry for my family who has to deal with all this. But there is something comforting, which is that mental illness is physical and not spiritual. That is a very comforting thought. And now I think I will knit on my sweater for awhile. Sorry, I just needed to vent. But please pray for me.

Neurological weirdness . . .

After coming back from a scout campout, my brain started to do funny things. First, I was hugging my dad goodnight, and suddenly ran away because I thought he was a creepy guy. Next, I threw my favorite stuffed bunny named Rutabaga across the room, and felt as though I would vomit should I eat a rutabaga. Isn't that weird?
Sometimes I don't understand why my brain does these things. I know it's part of the schizophrenia, and I know I should be grateful for not hearing voices, but still, it's hard. Sometimes I think the GAPS diet isn't working, or is pointless, or isn't worth it. But I know that's not true, because it is most likely thanks to the GAPS diet that I am not hearing voices. Not to mention my crappy medications and God's mercy.
At least I survived church today. I was worried. I learned that St. Dymphna is an intercessor for mental illness. I try to ask for her prayers. That is neat, I think.

No grains, no voices!

After reading the Schizophrenia chapter in the book Gut and Psychology Syndrome, Mom told me not to eat grains. Since then (which has only been a few days) I have not heard voices. And I have yet to do the intro protocol! It is interesting how foods can affect someone's mind to this extent.