Do you see what you want to see? Do you feel what you want to feel? Are you obsolete to the indiscrete?

My son was diagnosed with schizophrenia early this year and this is about a mother watching her son struggle.

This is a poem I wrote while suffering from schizophrenia.

From my mundane existence, I morph avatar-like once I write my blogs. Which one is the real me??? Both I guess – schizo and kitsch but having a blast.

About a young boy and his sisters’ adventure with their schizophrenic grandmother.

Everyday life seems like fairytale places.

A pregnant mother who is a heroine addict, and her future consequences.

I can show you a different place.

The ramblings of a slowing deteriorating/dying schizophrenic.