This article was written by Gillian Corsiatto In the summer of 2017, I took the bus downtown to go to a regular appointment with my psychiatrist. It was a normal day; I remember it being very nice out. I remember wanting to ride my bike later. I walked out of that appointment with a schizophrenia diagnosis. The first person I told was my cousin. Then I told the internet. Then, my mom. During the summer of 2017, I had a part-time job at a local library. I was very interested in animals and had a considerable interest in exotic pets. I wanted to go to school to be a zookeeper.…