From Narnia to a psych ward, my world is not the normal one. But it has its own genius. width=device-width, initial-scale=1, shrink-to-fit=no" name="viewport"/>I have schizophrenia. There are no monsters under my bed. I’m a person, not a headline. Every day I buy myself a coffee. It reminds me I am an adult, despite all the things convincing me, and perhaps society, otherwise. I work hard to remind myself I’m actually OK.