My name is Leif Gregersen and I have been diagnosed with schizoaffective disorder and anxiety. I used to think a diagnosis like that was something like a death sentence, but in the time since I began to get proper treatment for my illnesses, my outlook has changed. When I was young, before my first serious psychotic break, I had no idea what it was like to experience schizophrenia. I denied it as something that happened to other people, to people who were weak. I felt that once a person went in that direction, they were to be shunned and cut out of my life. What I didn’t know was that right outside the city I grew up near was a hospital that had almost as many staff and patients as the small town I grew up in and loved dearly.