Living Through Emotional Abuse: My Journey and Struggles For the past two years, I’ve been living with my brother, and it feels like an endless cycle of verbal abuse. Every single day, the words and the tone cut deep, and it’s taking a toll on my mental health. Yesterday, I experienced something that shook me to my core—I was on a call with my brother, and suddenly, I started shaking uncontrollably. I didn’t know what was happening. It felt like my body was rebelling against the constant stress and tension. I ran downstairs, took my medication, and went to sleep, hoping for some relief. Yes, I have schizophrenia, but my condition has been stable. I haven’t been hospitalized since 2015. Back then, I was admitted to Henry Ford Hospital on West Grand Boulevard in Detroit. I stayed there for a month, but when I left, I felt like nothing had been done to truly help me. It was a dark time, but I kept moving forward, trying to find my place and some semblance of peace. After that, I got on...