As someone who lost one of their best friends to schizophrenia, I can guarantee you it that in his case it was a terminal illness. It was an ugly, dirty battle

As someone who lost one of their best friends to schizophrenia, I can guarantee you it that in his case it was a terminal illness. It was an ugly, dirty battle he slowly lost over the course of the 15 or so years he was diagnosed with it, and his family suffered every step of the way, and well beyond his final moment. Just because a suffering isn’t visible, or doesn’t prevent someone from walking or getting up from a couch doesn’t mean it’s not every little bit as painful as a physical affliction.