Schizophrenia can make life unpredictable in that you never know what side of the bed you’re going to get up on, so to speak. With schizophrenia and schizoaffective disorder, you have good days and bad days. Today got off to a rocky start thanks to the unpredictability of living with schizophrenia.
When Schizophrenia’s Unpredictable Symptoms Ruin a Day’s Outing
My husband Tom and I had planned to go to The Art Institute of Chicago today to get a members-only sneak preview of the new Paul Gauguin exhibit. Gaugin is well known as Vincent Van Gogh’s roommate for a season. Talk about rocky. Gauguin left for Tahiti a couple of years after that and painted his famous works of native life there.
I actually don’t remember much more about him from the art history classes I took in high school and then at The Rhode Island School of Design (RISD) and at The School of the Art Institute of Chicago (SAIC), my alma mater. But, I thought, hey, Tom has a day off, why not use our membership and get that sneak preview? Maybe I’ll learn something new about an artist I’ve overlooked.
When we got to the Art Institute, we decided to split a sandwich wrap at one of the museum’s cafes. There was no room to sit down, so we ate standing up. Tom had a glass of red wine, and I had a Sprite. Standing in a noisy crowd, I began to get jittery. Before we had started eating, I was doing fine—I even asked our barista if he went to SAIC. (He didn’t.) But I think the fact that the café was too crowded to find seats overwhelmed me. Tom opened my Sprite for me and said some sugar might help. After we ate, we went back outside to be in the fresh air, away from all the people, and to decide if I just wanted to go home. Remember, we have a membership to the museum, so we hadn’t paid anything to get in.
I decided I wanted to at least see the Gauguin exhibit. I knew I would feel awful if we went all that way into the city and paid for parking just to eat an over-priced lunch. We tried to enjoy the exhibit, but I gripped Tom’s hand the whole time. After literally a couple of minutes in there, I decided home was the place for me. Tom said he could tell I was having an especially hard time since I didn’t even want to look around at the gift shop. I was too overwhelmed by all the people milling about and I wanted to get somewhere safe and relaxed.
Living with Unpredictable Schizophrenia but Trying Everything
Since this happened earlier today, I feel pretty bad about it. But there’s a song I’ve been listening to a lot that is helping me through it. It’s from Disney’s Zootopia soundtrack. It’s by Shakira and it’s called Try Everything. In it, she sings, “I want to try even though I could fail.”
A lot of people who know me are probably surprised this song resonates with me so much—I am definitely not a pop music kind of girl. But the song is creating a buffer for me the more I listen to it—a buffer against that scared, vulnerable state I usually enter when I fall down flat on my face.
I tried to have a nice day at The Art Institute of Chicago, but my symptoms flared up and got in the way of that. Sometimes things don’t pan out the way we had hoped they would. It happens. It happens to everyone, with or without schizophrenia or schizoaffective disorder.