Hello all interested sorts! I am Holly, a senior Bioengineering student with far more opinions and ideas than I can safely store in my head. I welcome you to my little corner of insanity--it's more fun here. :-)
Schizophrenia rolls in like a slow fog, becoming imperceptibly thicker as time goes on. At first, the day is bright enough, the sky is clear, the sunlight warms your shoulders. But soon, you notice a haze beginning to gather around you, and the air feels not quite so warm. After a while, the sun is a dim lightbulb behind a heavy cloth. The horizon has vanished into a gray mist, and you feel a thick dampness in your lungs as you stand, cold and wet, in the afternoon dark.
Saks, Elyn R. (2007-08-14). The Center Cannot Hold (p. 35). Hyperion. Kindle Edition.