alexsandria

You know how when you're extremely sad your heart literally aches? As if your heart is literally breaking? I'm feeling that right about now.
I just got a phone call informing me that a good friend of mine from home has been committed. He's been diagnosed with paranoid schizophrenia.
The saddest part is that Joey was an absolutely amazing person. One of those people that blew you away with the crazy inteligent things he would say and them make you cry from laughter at one of his simple but hilarious jokes. He was full of life. When I first met him in 11th grade I had the hugest crush on him. We only ever kissed once. I always felt I could fall in love with him if I ever had the chance to be with him.

Joey is 23 and has a new baby and an even more recent wife. Around the time the baby was born was when we all noticed that something had shifted in Joey's brain. He began to be less and less coherent in conversation, would say things out of the blue that made absolutely no sense at all, and recently he began to get angry and violent when nobody understood what he was saying. From what I am told he was finally convinced to see a phychiatrist and apparently flipped out and became violent during the session and was committed immediately.
It hurts me so much to remember the Joey I loved, to remember going up to Daytona to go surfing. Drinking and smoking at the Yard House and talking about the stars and dreams. The last time I saw the real Joey was at the Hostel in the Forest and he seemed blissful and calm. Just a couple months ago I saw him again and I knew. I told the people around me and some didn't believe me and some just wanted to ignore the harsh reality. Now he's locked up.
I don't know what else to say.