With schizophrenia, I often feel like I've caused a lot of pain and suffering, like I carry the world on my shoulders, and my family seems sad since I've been mentally ill, what seems like most of my life. But I feel that there is a warm ball of hope in each of us and that, God willing, we'll all be good and healthy someday. I don't know why I have such a hard time with simple things like work and laundry and cleaning up after myself. I go to bed each night hoping that I'll be away from all the worries of the world when I wake up. I feel like I might be making progress with my mental illness and that one day we will all be good and healthy.