If I could describe how the past two months have been since moving from Minnesota to Indonesia. It would be exciting, peaceful, but not without a trial or struggle. Due to my mental illness (schizo-affective disorder) it doesn’t matter what country I am in; struggle, darkness, and perseverance always follows.
To be honest, I don’t think I would have been able to make the transition alone. I owe everything to my wife. She has been my rock. Someone who I have been able to hold onto for strength. Without her, I would be a lonely depressed individual.
No matter how bad the voices get or how intense the hallucinations become; I know my wife is standing beside me with her hand ready in case I need to grab it so I don’t fall. I can’t thank her enough. I owe her everything!