Now 18 years or even longer in my own mental isolation of schizophrenia, after leaving the forces abroad and marrying in England. I had been soon diagnosed with several mental disorders, long story short, I'm on the highest dose on olanzapine and sertraline and for nerve and muscle damage with ulnar neuropathy. I am prescribed morphine oral solution. It's horrible when the body asks to die and the brain can't cope with all this data reconstruction in this endless haze of memories or fiction, dreams or fraction of my existence. I feel let down because tablets aren't the answer.