About the author: I have lived most of my life in Arlington, Virginia. Of my close ancestors, at least one had incidences of serious mental illness, but not schizophrenia that I know of. My childhood was punctuated by anxiety and nightmares. Nevertheless, our nuclear family of four anticipated my matriculation in Yale University, where I studied advanced physics but also experienced my first psychotic break after freshman year. About five years later, having been hospitalized twice, having had a manic episode, and, lastly, having had a terrifying psychosis, I finally quit all recreational drugs. Afterward, I worked with my current psychiatrist on such issues as medication management, attaining a master’s degree, coping with my parents’ increasing dementia, and establishing employment. I met my current girlfriend at a National Alliance on Mental Illness (NAMI) support group, as I did several other acquaintances. More friends I met at a nature center where I worked for 17 years and earned the Walter Mess Award for invaluable volunteer service. I run a cryptic physics website at www.quantumdream.net, appreciate most museum art, work part-time on the NAMI HelpLine, and try to live spiritually and ethically.