I knew way too many people with schizo...
I had a childhood friend who was a schizo. A wonderful friend with a troubled mind. His family was one of the lucky few who managed to privatise strategic assets. In last days of Soviet Union his father was working as chemical factory manager and they ended owning whole of the factory. Then wood processing plant. Then liquid gas storage where I "worked" as a director (glorified admin job) and at that time I was too young to grow a mustache. Ok, I wasn't that young, but surely not experienced.
So, having friend like him was really awesome at first, especially when I had nothing, not even a zhiguli then.
Working was very relaxed there. Weekends were when drinking started. Whisky, vodka and more whisky. No drugs of course, but alcohol. Drugs were gay in our circle and only "petukhs" and prisoners used them.
So when he invited you couldn't say no and not to go. He would come to my house and wait outside for an hour until I went out. Same as he did when he wanted me on his football team when we were kids. My mother was crying as she said I will become alcoholic and etc criminal. That time Lithuania executed jewish mafia man and death penalty was still a thing so all mothers were afraid even for kids who were doing nothing, such was an impact of death penalty lol.
Eventually over the years he started to become very violent when drunk. First I wasn't a target of his violence, because he knew I could lay him with one hit. He used to pick on mentally weaker guys who got bitch slapped and said thanks for getting hit.
I always mocked him in front of others and he was shitting himself laughing, but suddenly he could stop and take it seriously.
One day he wasn't very happy about me for some reason and started a rant by saying that only faggots serve in military, especially faggot one in Lithuania. Better to spend year in jail and learn thing or two. The same day in sauna he got balls to threaten me with a gun to my head in front of my own girlfriend at the time and tell me that he knows I was stealing money out of the work safe and he knows exactly where I keep it in my house. He said he has CCTV footage and I knew he was lying as he never stepped in my office. I tried to play it as a joke, but he genuinely told me to admit it or else die like a bitch. I didn't believe he could shoot me and I thought it was his act so I grabbed gun out of his hands when he moved it and I hid it for the night until we finished drinking. He was all friendly after it.
I was actually very wrong about him not being able to shoot someone in the head.
From our childhood one of his crazy things was when he used to challenge me. There was always tension, like getting hottest girl, jumping of highest cliff, going in the deepest cavern in 9th Fort death camp. We used to drink at weekends, same thing carried to work - there was sauna, pool, basketball pitch. And Industrial machinery. One time he dared me to climb on "Kazyol" - gantry crane and climb down the cable(it leaves metal splinters in your palms and thighs haha), jump over silo hole that could fit Ural truck and other stupid stuff. He did all this and even crazier shit that I didn't dare. I am not sure how stupid it looked for everyone. After he sobered up he used to be very bright and talk in such a manner that you could only listen in awe. From Nietshe, to Descartes quattes, where did he get time to read the books I am still not sure. He said he hears voices that he has multiple personalities and sometimes he is wants to punch someone in the face and next minute he wants to cry on their shoulder.
Eventually he did install CCTV in my office, he took company's car off me and I was never invited to party any more out of nowhere. My work place got dismantled and sold, I left and wasn't offered anything. He always asked me who was phoning when I phoned him - he had my number deleted. Out of nowhere. I don't even know what I did to this day.
He killed his wife and shot himself few years later. He left no note. He wasn't drunk. His family told me he was on anti depressants and suffered depression and breakdowns. There was no funeral. Me being godfather ment nothing. His kids were raised by his wife's parents
Mental health problems and suicide are the bane of my people. My cousin had almost identical experience with his schizophrenic father. He slept in the fields to escape fathers axe.