I’m not a doctor, but I will say take your medication everyday.

I’ve had a revelation.

I’ve discovered my audience.

I am writing for schizophrenics who want to work.

I am a schizophrenic, and I make $20,000 a year.

From basically nothing.

I am a story of success.

I hear voices everyday that tell me I’m dying.

I must live and I tell them so.

Today was my daughters dance recital.  She was a crayon.

But let me not get off topic.  It’s hard because I’m a worker, but I’m also a family man.

I tell you even if your schizophrenic and think you can’t work, you can, and you can make an honest living off of your own sweat and blood.

Though chances are, if your like me, cutting yourself will rarely happen.  Most of the time it will just be sweat your putting into it.

So how do you, when your a schizophrenic, work and make more than you can make to get disability?

My answer came in swallowing my pride and taking my younger brother’s advice and I took a job with him.

He was hell to work with because he was constantly scrutinizing me and he was my senior in the company so I just had to do what he was telling me.  And when that’s coming from your younger brother it really takes hard work to just work harder and faster so he will stop complaining.

My brother no longer works with me, but it was a good experience with him while we had it.

The point is he landed me a job, and I didn’t even have to have an interview.  They just took me in on my brothers word.  Which I needed because I didn’t really have any good references.  I was afterall fired from the best job I’ve ever had in my life, when I lost it and asked some guy to fight, thinking it would earn me some respect.

It was an upheaval of epic proportions.  I couldn’t stand to work there anymore.  I was becoming a schizophrenic and I was about to get married.  I wanted to be a rockstar and not the guy who was making the guitars for the rockstar.  I wanted to be in the game.  I wanted a band.  I wanted to travel.

At the same time I didn’t want to give up the 18.50 an hour and the benefits.  So I stayed and hated it and eventually blew up.

And it got me fired.

That’s a hard thing to come back from.

I was making almost $40,000 a year!  Back to nothing.  It was a huge loss.  I still haven’t completely recovered from that.

I now make half of what I used to make.  I’m at $12 dollars an hour now.

Which really is good if your thinking about what a fast food employee makes.

I have gotten a couple of raises, one of them ironically came on my birthday.  I got paid an extra two dollars and the check came on my birthday.  Pretty cool.  I think God has blessed me with this job.

And I definitely don’t want to screw it up.

I’ve learned my lesson and now I have an attitude of gratitude and I thank God for my job.  It’s something I can do and not hate, so it’s easy for me to do my job.

And it’s easy to ask yourself how you can improve.  I do it all the time and I look for ways to be a better employee.  And it pays off.  I get raises.  I’m growing.  And on top of it all I’m a schizophrenic.

So if your a schizophrenic, and you want to work.  If you want to make more money than disability is going to pay you, then work.  It’s so amazingly good for you.  I get paid to wash dishes and talk to customers.  I can’t believe I get paid to do such easy work.  And when your working with your hands, it’s a lot easier for a schizophrenic.

But I do both, I work with my hands, and I work with customers, or potential customers.

I’m grateful for the hands on work, because it’s less stressful.  Talking to people is harder than doing Manuel labor.  At least for this schizophrenic.

But I do both and I really love talking to people.  It’s what my raises have led me to.  So I happily take on more stress, and with the voices it’s like people don’t like me because I’m a schizophrenic.

It’s like they know I hear voices that are telling me to die, or that they want to murder me, mostly just to die from smoking, but I just keep on keeping on, and improving, and so far I’ve woken up everyday.

It’s really a trip.

Sometimes not a good one, sometimes a very sexy one.  Sometimes a positive one.  I take the good with the bad.  But I am still working a job.  And I’m helping to support my family in a little way.  Gotta start somewhere.  I figure supporting them in a little way is better than nothing, and it’s a good start to doing a better job.

Because I’m not stopping with my job.  I’m moving on towards blogging.  I’m going to kick ass and make a 6 figure business and then ladder up to a 7 figure business.

That’s my plan.

Because I’ve got nothing else to do with my free time, other then spend it with my family and clean the house.

I’ve got plenty of time to start a business in my free time.

So I’m keeping my options open.

But that’s not going to stop me from working my job.

I’m a schizophrenic, and I work.  That’s what I do.  I’m okay.  I’m good to go.  I’m diseased, but I can still do my job.  And I can do the job well.

On top of it all I can write!

And write I will.

As it could be with you too.  If your a schizophrenic and work a job, that’s something worth writing about.  You could write all about your voices and what it takes to contribute to society.

Something I read on blogtyrant.com said you should write long form content if you want to be successful.  That means 3,000 words or more.  I’ve been writing 2,000.

But my audience is schizophrenics who don’t have a job and want to work.  Or work better at their job.  So I have to write for my audience.

The truth is part of the way I live my life is to deal with the voices by drinking and smoking.  It’s a rock and roll lifestyle and it could land me in my grave if I don’t play my piss poor hand right.  I am afterall, a schizophrenic.  My doctor told me I just had to deal with the cards I was dealt with in life.  I blamed my failure in business on the voices telling me I had cancer.

I of course am healthy, and there is nothing wrong with me.  Except I hear voices that other people don’t hear.

It is interesting because sometimes it seems like other people CAN hear my voices.  And they say things out loud about it to other people.  Like the people I work with.  They are always talking to themselves out loud.

I also heard in a Pat Flynn’s podcast recently about how if you wouldn’t tell your grandmother what you were doing, then should you really be doing it?

As far as starting a business goes.

But the problem is hating work when your a schizophrenic.

So what do you do?

I say you find a job that you can do.  Let the Lord bless you with an opportunity, by being humble and taking good advice.  Do the hands on work you have to do, because you hear voices and think that scares sales away.

Because I’ve been in the sales game for 7 years now, and I can tell you it’s not easy.

I failed more than I have succeeded, and now God has given me the opportunity to sell again, this time I get paid whether I sell or not.  So it’s really a win.

And that’s my new job.

Go out, drive around to local businesses, give them a taste of our product, and follow up the next day.  It’s so simple anyone could do it.

But I AM the only person in the 3 store company who does it.  They chose me.

And I do a superb job.  I got 6 sales in one month.

And I took some time off and worked in the store for the holiday, but now I’m back on the road, and I’m marketing.

Because that’s really what I would call it.  It’s not sales.  It’s too soft for that.  All I do is drop off two box lunches, a ham sandwich and a turkey sandwich…. with a bag of chips, a soda, a cookie, and a pickle, so they get the whole deal, and then I tell them to make sure they pass my name along IF they order.

That way my company knows I’m doing something.

I’m a smart salesman, and i also smoke, which makes me so just stupid sexy.

For most of the day I’m smoking, in the car, in between businesses.

It’s probably not the best way to pass the time, but I’m addicted and I do it, and I’m still alive.

And I figure even if i die early, I’ll still have another 20 or 30 years in me.  Human beings can stand pain for decades.

Or I could change my life and shoot to live to 100.

Maybe I can live to 100 and drink and smoke.  People do it.

But how do you work when your schizophrenic?

You find a good boss who will call you babe, and your willing to do whatever they ask you to do.  Your very easy going and want to make your bosses life easier.

That kind of attitude will get you raises.

And they are sweet as candy when you talk to them.

How do you make $20,000 a year even if your schizophrenic?

Work hard and do a job you can love.  Personally, I work for all women and I think that’s the way to go for this schizophrenic.  The managers of all 3 stores are women.  And the president is a woman.  I know all of them.  Most or all of them know I hear voices.  It’s like they are giving me a second chance.

And I can tell you it’s better writing than tapping out.  I’m feeling pretty drunk and hungry but it’s not dinner time and I’m waiting for my family to get home.

I did learn a lot from a Pat Flynn podcast.  It was all about laddering up.  Going from zero to a six figure business to a seven figure business.

He talked about how you had to reply to every comment, and be mindful of telling people to get on your list.  Each and everyday.

For a while I was just approving comments and letting them fly.  Now I respond to each one and let them know I’m here for them.

And that’s just for comments.  Imagine how I would treat the people on my list.  They are going to get my best stuff!

For now I write to you on this blog.

I consider it rock and roll art.  Poetry from the heart.

And I do it all writing and maintaining this website.

But the question is still, how do you get $20,000 a year working as a schizophrenic.

That would be doing a lot better than being on disability.  You would be paying taxes and contributing to society.

And the way I work it is simple.  I just do what my bosses tell me to do, and I put in a little pizaazz of improvement in there with my comments.

At one point the president of the company was telling other employees that I was her favorite associate.

So if your a schizophrenic and want to work, take heart, I’m doing it.  And I’m a pretty stupid person for all the smoking and drinking I do.  I’m a schizophrenic, I do all this stuff, and I still hold a job and support my family.  If I can get this done, I know others can be inspired to do the same, and screw disability and get a job and make MORE money than they would on disability.

Just work with your hands, and screw the voices, and make your bosses job easier, and pray things go smoothly.  You’ll be fine.  I really sincerely wish the best for you.

Here’s to happy job hunting,

Jesse Creel