Inherited somehow. I was talking to my mother about our family and she thinks that her father was manic-depressive. She told me about him and I think she is right. Than there is my aunt (her sister) who went a little nutty, and by looking at her you know something is just right, and her son who I swear when they made that movie with Russell Crowe in it
A Beautiful Mind, about my cousin because he is the same way, (he is schizophrenia) he is in College in Dallas, he has so many letters behind his name, he is a Professor and is still going to classes taking on more degrees, as long as he is on his med’s he is fine. Than there is my cousin (my mothers other sister kid) who at the age of 20 was diagnosed with schizophrenia, after seeing people who weren’t there, trying to kill himself he was finally diagnosed and is fine as long as he takes his med’s. And than there is me with this phobia. Is this a mental illness? I really think it is in the genes sometimes. I don’t have what they have but this phobia has ruined and has run my life. I don’t know what to think maybe I should just give up with the why’s but in my heart I think I was born with this and bang when I was nine the lines in my brain short circuit and bang I have the phobia. I don’t know.