There has been a strange van showing up at Joyce's house at night since she has been home. The speculation between Mom and I is that Joyce has a boyfriend.
"Oh no!" my father said last night when I mentioned it. "That is that wacky preacher of hers who is giving her religious counseling for her mental illness."
Religious counseling for mental illness? I scoffed. Joyce has a bio-chemical imbalance in the brain and that causes her mental illness. Only medications can help.
I was once told schizophrenia was a gift of insight from God by my grandmother's preacher. I could see and hear spiritual matters most normal people couldn't. When I was mentally ill this only fueled the fire that was my malfunctioning brain. I thought I had a direct connection with God. Kind of like a hotline to spirituality. They put me on an atypical anti-psychotic and any religious tendencies I had disappeared. It was all a delusion. I sometimes miss that religious fervor as it is much easier to explain the scary unknown and a chaotic world with God involved. It was comforting in an odd way. Truly the opiate of the masses.