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Stigma Fighters: Allie Burke

Everything was different.

I’d been sitting in the same cubicle in the same office I had worked at for 5 years, but nothing was right. As right my life had been up to that point. I couldn’t count on twenty-six hands how many times I’d looked behind my shoulder that day; how many open bottles of water I’d thrown out from my car that week because I was convinced someone had poisoned me. I knew my train of thought was illogical, but I didn’t care. I called it being careful. Safe. I didn’t want to die. Not yet.

I was twenty-five years old, hearing things that no one heard, just for them to go away later that day, and come back early that night. The doctor told me I was schizophrenic and handed me a bag of pills. They worked when I took them, but of course working meant sleeping, and nothing else. When I was on them I couldn’t focus; I had trouble breathing; I couldn’t see. I just wanted to sleep. The fact that I hadn’t written a word on page in a book in months was of no consequence to me; I just wanted to sleep. But sleeping led to more sleeping, and it was never enough. It would never be enough.

I stopped taking the pills.

Two months later I found myself in a mental institution on a Friday afternoon, sitting across from a nurse speaking the words that didn’t even make sense to me. I just wanted to feel better. There was something wrong with me, they’d been telling me, and I wanted there to not be something wrong with me anymore.

“She can’t keep those. They have strings on them. Clothing with strings—” he glanced at me—“she can’t keep those.”

My husband was sobbing. He was a man’s man, brought up by a sailor. I had been with him ten years. I didn’t know he knew how to cry.

I snapped. I walked up to the nurse’s station and knocked on the glass and told them to give me my stuff. It was like a movie; I can’t believe they bought my imaginary stroke of genius and let me leave. But they did. I walked right out of there hours after I walked myself in.

All of this is in the book. Paper Souls.

Except, unlike Emily, I did go back. I was back in one white-walled  sanitarium or the other at least three more times.

My husband didn’t believe me. I told him I wasn’t crazy but he didn’t listen; he begged me to take my medication. The more we insist we are not crazy, the crazier we are, right? But I wasn’t. I just didn’t feel well; I thought too much and not on the right waves. I told him this. He begged me to take my medication. I told him to go screw himself, in the nicest words I could think of. I told him I didn’t love him. I told him to leave.

He left. Thank god. I’d be dead if he didn’t.

And so began the longest, hardest, most painful time of my life. Not because of divorce or loneliness or a dead-end job. I thought too much. My mind was a whirling twister of worries that would eat me from the inside out. It would destroy me if I didn’t stop.

I didn’t know how to stop. I didn’t know how to turn it off, other than to take the medication that numbed my existence. That wasn’t an option, obviously.

I’ve been raped. Beaten. Poisoned, ironically (or not). Left in an alley to die. I’d take it all again. I’d take it all again to not have to be a paranoid schizophrenic for those three years. I’d die. I wanted to die. I wished I had.

But I never took the medication again. Or saw any real doctors.

All of this is in the book. Also in the book is the time that Emily Colt killed someone. And then killed a second someone. But Emily Colt’s name isn’t Schizophrenia Girl. Emily Colt’s name is Emily Colt. She has a name just like all the murderers in the world who are murderers because they made the decision to kill someone, not because they are mentally ill.

Because schizophrenics don’t kill people. People kill people.

And that is the point, isn’t it? That that twenty-one-year-old girl dishonorably discharged from the Army shot up that mall not because the voices told her to, but because her own country refused to help her after they threw her in the dirt with nothing more than an automatic weapon and a canteen. She killed those twenty-something people because the military purposely took away her humanity, and didn’t feel the need or desire or care to give it back.

Because schizophrenics don’t kill people. People kill people.

We are not crazy because we are mentally ill; we are crazy because we are people. Because things happen to us, or because they don’t. Because we are not perfect. I said that I had been raped. Beaten. Poisoned. Left to die. This is all true. I have Paranoid Schizophrenia, but I do not choose to be alone because of it. I choose to be alone because I do not fear spending more time with myself than I do others. I am comfortable with my body, with my mind. I love myself. I have Paranoid Schizophrenia. I see things. Hear them. This is not because I have been treated badly. It’s because my great-grandmother had Paranoid Schizophrenia, and so does my uncle. Our brains work differently, and they have from the start. It has nothing to do with the way you treat us. You treat us badly because you are ignorant, not because we are bad people. It’s why I don’t trust you. If I say I trust you, I’m probably lying to make you feel better about yourself. I am a good liar. Not because I’m schizophrenic, but because my mother was a good liar. These are my choices, not my illness. I am no more dangerous than any other with an IQ as high as mine or the wits about them to use it. I am one of the most well-adjusted people on the planet. That is because, though I wanted to, I never did quit life. I still haven’t. I worked hard at fixing myself; I taught myself to get over things. That anxiety is a thing your mind makes up. I taught myself that just because I see it and you don’t, doesn’t mean it’s not there. It means that I see this thing, and you don’t. That doesn’t make me any crazier or any less normal than it does you.

I am proud of what I have accomplished and the person that I am. Every day that I get through with a smile on my face makes me happy. Empathize, but do not coddle me; do not pity me. I work as hard as you. If you judge me based upon what you think you know: that is your choice, not mine.

“Please hear this: There are not ‘schizophrenics.’ There are people with schizophrenia.” –Elyn Saks


An American novelist, book critic, and magazine editor from Burbank, California, Allie Burke writes books she can’t find in the bookstore. Having been recognized as writing a “kickass book that defies the genre it’s in”, Allie writes with a prose that has been labeled poetic and ethereal.

Her life is a beautiful disaster, flowered with the harrowing existence of inherited eccentricity, a murderous family history, a faithful literature addiction, and the intricate darkness of true love. These are the enchanting experiences that inspire Allie’s fairytales.

From some coffee shop in Los Angeles, she is working on her next novel.
Visit Allie at or on Twitter at

By | 2015-02-17T11:46:36+00:00 November 4th, 2014|Categories: Brave People, Uncategorized|27 Comments


  1. Rachel Thompson November 4, 2014 at 7:56 pm - Reply

    Gorgeous, beautiful writing and person, and amazing author. Blown away.

    • Allie Burke November 4, 2014 at 8:23 pm - Reply

      Thank you, Rachel. xoxo

  2. Della Connor November 5, 2014 at 1:54 am - Reply

    Allie, Thank you for sharing your life and baring your soul. Powerful and moving. Can’t wait to meet you. 🙂

    • Allie Burke November 5, 2014 at 2:04 am - Reply

      Thank you so much, Della! The pleasure will be mine.

  3. hilary November 5, 2014 at 11:49 am - Reply

    amazing and powerful post…

    • Allie Burke November 5, 2014 at 12:19 pm - Reply

      Thank you, Hilary.

  4. Amy Weaver November 5, 2014 at 3:01 pm - Reply

    Great post, Allie! Your words are honest, true, and powerful. Thank you for sharing.

    • Allie Burke November 5, 2014 at 7:20 pm - Reply

      Thank you so much, Amy! xoxo

  5. Mary Rowen November 6, 2014 at 5:49 pm - Reply

    Wow, Allie, this is amazing in the true sense of the word. Extraordinary.

    • Allie Burke November 7, 2014 at 3:51 am - Reply

      Thank you so much, Mary. xoxo

  6. Heather November 8, 2014 at 9:57 pm - Reply

    Wow, really? Your so full of yourself. Get a life. Your EX husband is wonderful and would have stuck by you whatever u went through. DONT DROP YOUR SHIT ON MY FAMILY CAUSE YOU have major issues

    • Stigma Fighters November 8, 2014 at 11:43 pm - Reply

      Heather, please do not post hateful or disrespectful words on my site, which is a public space intended for people to share their stories honestly and openly. Peace.

    • Trauma Dad January 21, 2015 at 6:32 pm - Reply

      I find saying things like “get a life” and “you have major issues”, to a person who just wrote about having a mental illness, to be remarkably distasteful. I can see that you are coming from a context of an emotional reaction to your desire to protect somebody you love. I’d like to point out that the person you want to protect was neither attacked, blamed, nor named in this article.

      People with mental illnesses do have “major issues” to deal with. That neither makes us bad, nor evil. We will not accept this prejudice.

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  8. Mark Brassington January 4, 2015 at 11:01 pm - Reply

    Wow – I can’t believe I’m just reading this.
    Amazing words from an incredible and beautiful woman.

    • Allie Burke January 8, 2015 at 7:53 pm - Reply

      Thank you so much, Mark.

  9. Kitt O'Malley January 8, 2015 at 4:47 pm - Reply

    Look forward to reading more of your work, Allie. Thank you for sharing your story. Indeed you are not schizophrenic, you have schizophrenia. You are many things: beautiful, passionate, intelligent, articulate, gifted, literate. Without doubt you are a kick-ass writer.

    • Allie Burke January 8, 2015 at 7:53 pm - Reply

      Thank you so very much. So happy to have connected with you.

  10. Trauma Dad January 21, 2015 at 6:39 pm - Reply

    You’re awesome. For different reasons, I know what it’s like to throw out the water because it might be poisoned. I’ve got the paranoid part down pat. It looks like you’re finding your way in life and doing amazing things. This is so good to see. Take care, my friend.

    • Allie Burke January 24, 2015 at 7:55 pm - Reply

      Thank you so so much Byron. I’m so happy to have connected with you and learned so much about you.

  11. Nicole Ireland January 22, 2015 at 2:37 am - Reply

    Allie, I’ve said it many times, and I will continue to say it. You inspire me so very much. You are so incredibly strong and honest. I love that about you. I’m so very glad that you and I became friends, and that through you, and your honesty and acceptance of me, have learned things about myself. You are touching many lives, and you are definitely leaving your mark on this world. I love you, chica!

    • Allie Burke January 24, 2015 at 7:56 pm - Reply

      My love, thank you. We have been friends so long and I am very lucky to have you in my life. xoxo

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  14. Rob Brown September 11, 2015 at 8:08 am - Reply

    As a person who has lived with chronic depression for far too many decades, I salute your courage.
    Me, I think I am a bit crazy. But that’s kept me from going insane. Which is what other people call “crazy.”
    Hang in there, and keep writing. Writing is good. Whiting in important!

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  16. Rosina Andreou July 26, 2016 at 3:39 am - Reply

    Hi Allie,
    Amazing essay. I really enjoyed reading Paper Souls. I wondered if I could get in touch with you about the rights to using a particular quote for a film we’re developing?
    “Life wasn’t perfect, but it wasn’t supposed to be. Eternal beauty could not exist if it were not for the face of a fatal flaw.”
    Thanks for your beautiful writing.

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