My Husband is a Badass in an Unexpected Way

Photo by Jean-Claude Chamaa

I saw my psychiatrist regularly for a couple of years before the day she told me, “I have an assignment for you.” She wanted me to tell one person about my diagnosis of schizophrenia.

I was nearing fifty years old, and only a few people knew that I had a mental illness, and even fewer still knew the severity of that illness. I had kept that part of my life or my identity as a secret. Even…