Nightmare

I have been forced to experience how it is when people think one is schizophrenic. (which I am not. But social workers thought so. And ordinary people.) It is much worse than I could ever had imagined. It is a continous nightmare. Like living in the Northpole. Freezing cold! (the social workers who are heads of this half-way house said to me themselves that LOVE doesn´t come into the picture. They just do a JOB. Which they are paid for. Love is for nuns and the like.)