Hello. My name is Joseph Jacobson. I have moved around Wisconsin all my life. I’ve lived in Milwaukee,

La Crosse, Janesville, Beloit, and even Orfordville. I had many struggles growing up. I was the weird kid

that made people uncomfortable with me, and to a reason I still don’t understand. Shortless to say I had

problems with making friends. I’d always find at least one friend every time I moved to a new location, but just one person isn’t always enough.

I enjoy playing video games, watching tv and movies, writing, and designing sketches and notes for a

video game I wish to one day make, under collaboration, into a successfully public state, or at least to the point where I can play my own game for the first time.

I was homeless a couple times. The first one was related to mental health issues of the breadwinner in

the apartment my family shared. I had nothing but a green military duffle bag, a standard military

equipment bag, and a pillow. I walked for hours until I found the Salvation Army. I stayed there for close

to three months but during this time I was offered the most amazing job I could have ever wanted:

cleaning and controlling the population of invasive plants, as well as maintaining trials that wove

throughout the scenic bluffs of La Crosse.

The second time I was homeless, I had made the decision to do so. I was addicted to cold medication

and I feared that if I didn’t get away from the environment that acts as a trigger, I would die. I picked out

which supplies to bring which was mainly clothes and a blanket. The first thing I did when I moved into

the gym of a shelter was look for someone that doesn’t want anything to do with drugs. This was

surprisingly easy as a man that looked to be young began talking to me and eventually we started

hanging out at cafes and the park to watch the beautiful young college women of La Crosse as they glided past us on rollerblades.

After having found a home, I started feeling different. I felt like an alien around people. I started hearing

voices that were telling me to do crazy stuff like jump a fence to get into a pool, get called out about it

by a stranger in a car, and then leaving as if I had not done anything wrong. This is where I got really crazy.

My medications make my reflectes dull. I used a bike to get to work and back but I nearly got hit by a car

about three times a week. I did what no one else would do and dragged my bike into the middle of the

street and proceeded to smash my bike continuously. After that, I went for a walk which was nice until

the cops showed up out of nowhere. All six or seven officers held their guns at me. I started thinking

things like, “If my nose itches right now, I’ll be killed.”

I was diagnosed with Schizo-Affective Disorder the same day I got fired from my job. From the day I was

noticing changes in certain ways, that were abnormal, I wrote about my symptoms into a journal powered by text.txt

I have written this journal over the span of more than a year. I wrote so often that my full journal

reached to the upper 80’s in pages. In these 80+ pages I had attempted to keep everything accurate, full of topics, and ideas.

Ultimately, I have written this page to help express that the work I have may change the outlook of a

confused schizophrenic to a positive side, or even better, to teach people that re late to the same field of

topic that they can also help others.