You Are Not Alone: My Journey To Recovery

#schizoposting Instead of partying and drinking on a glorious Friday, we all decided to enjoy the Lord together, confessing our sins, and asking for forgiveness. None of us here are perfect. We are all sinners because of Adam. I felt welcomed and appreciated with my church family. We ALL love the Lord! #bloggersofinstagram #jesuschrist #prayerworks  I just got home... showered, and just finished praying with one of my church sisters and life is good. I am so thankful for what God has done to me in my life. He has showered me with love. I confessed my sins to him and he forgave me, washing away the pain and guilt that comes with sin. As I stated, we are ALL sinners. I think this point is important because most people today have idols or people they look up to (YOU ARE NOT ALONE I ALSO LOVE CELEBRITIES) but God is asking us to put in the work to worship him because most humans are sinners. We all made mistakes and that shouldn't be the reason we turn away from God. Today...

 1:46AM Some days I can be a little overly judgemental of myself, my progress, and my very wellbeing. It's 2026 now and I didn't go out to the club. As I am growing up, I realize that I don't need to feel the pressure to fit in a society that never welcomed me, accepted my flaws, or accommodate to my short comings. I learned to be grateful for the little things. The fact that I can go home to see my adorable dog welcoming me is something worth sharing.  In less than 3 months I will be 1 year celibate. This is a huge deal for me, because I would accept the bare minimum from men, not feeling that I deserved more or better. Being celibate has gotten me closer to God, someone I didn't express much faith in in my earlier years. I can now say positively that God is my best friend. I got saved 2 years ago when my schizophrenia symptoms were a lot worse.  I hope with 2026, I can get closer with GOD. I hope I can get through these auditory hallucinations that comes with being a ...

  Precious Uloaku Amaechi Ms.Smith African American Consciousness Nov 16th, 2025           Final Draft 11/29 “Daddy, where did all the customers go?” I asked my father as he drove us home. We were both exhausted from working a 14-hour shift at a store named G & R Market. It resides in the Filmore District. It was my dad’s liquor store business ever since he immigrated from Lagos, Nigeria. Why is this significant? It’s not like we received many positive Yelp reviews. Most customers on the app were wondering how we still keep the lights on at this business, given the fact that Target, Safeway, and Best Buy were taking our profits big time. My dad didn’t have an answer to my question. Instead, he drove us home just like he’s supposed to. Everyday. The same freeway. As we were driving home, I noticed that the streets I was raised in started to look more unfamiliar each time I passed by. Every other street would have a coffee shop. I was never a co...

  Hey guys! Before I get into the main topic, I just want to say that I did not post content about Riconasty for clout. I am truly a fan of her work and she just happened to see it. As a Schizophrenic, her music gives me strength. Her energy is contagious and her flow is incomparable. I became addicted to her rage persona. Her music gets me up in the morning and keeps me up at night. I pray she keeps getting the exposure she deserves because she's the full package! This is still the beginning for her because she's still in her 20s. She has a LONG way to go and I think she deserves more attention. I hope more successful artist give her a chance. I hope that more radio host bring her for more interview because she's truly an icon who's in her own lane. There's literally no-one like her.  Its very hard to choose a favorite song from her because all her songs are completely unique.  I listen to " Rage" when I need a boost of motivation. I listen to " Key...

  Precious Uloaku Amaechi Ms.Friedman Politics Of Sexual Violence Nov 1st, 2025                                                      Letter to Incarcerated Survivor Dear Ky Peterson, Hi. My name is Precious Uloaku Amaechi. I am a student at City College of San Francisco who was given an opportunity to write a letter to you. I read about your story, and thought to share some opinions about your case. The truth is that you don’t deserve the conditions that you’re going through right now. You did what you had to do to protect yourself. I am here today to apologize on behalf of law enforcement, who refuse to believe you. I am sorry you had to endure the pain from being sexually assaulted in your neighborhood. You’re a warrior...

As Halloween approaches, I find myself in a familiar predicament: costume-less and feeling the swift passage of time. Being a full-time student has accelerated my perception of days, making the holiday season feel like it's slipping away. To my fellow last-minute costume seekers, take comfort—you're not alone. My irregular sleep pattern has become a hallmark of this season. Late nights in San Francisco blend into daytime naps, likely a consequence of academic pressures. There's something nostalgic about reflecting on childhood Halloweens, when the excitement was pure and unbridled. Back then, candy was a reward, not a calculated indulgence. While dressing up remains enjoyable, the magic has transformed. Adult responsibilities temper the spontaneity, making me appreciate those carefree childhood moments. Moderation replaces unbridled enthusiasm, a subtle reminder of growing older. Currently nestled in my apartment, I'm vibing to Megan Thee Stallion's latest track ...