Those who thrive with schizophrenia prove they win hard. Maybe even the hardest of us all. I know they exist: I am becoming one of them. The better you are at finding a way to win, the harder you win when you find it. Earth is so junior varsity, and only the good go to Heaven, but winning with schizophrenia requires a lot of acceptance, it’s a lesson in wisdom, and yet it’s supremely easy, once it’s realized. Life is a turning key with schizophrenia. The fact the key turns is too captivating to be frightening, has always been my thing. The key continues turning, but I’m more than predicting a final click; I’m feeling brand new, yet ever present where I’ve always been, inside my ancient soul. A stop is coming to the turn. My demons are subsiding. I’ve always believed I thrived. I’m starting to believe I’m really this fucking good.