A true story. Forget everything you know about schizophrenia. Forget everything you imagine obsession might be. This is how it really is.

Paul is nineteen and psychotic. Unfortunately, no one is aware of his illness, including John. He isn't psychotic in the usual stereotypical cinema way - a psychotic killer or madman. He's a person in pain who still retains a sense of humour.

Paul must come to terms with failure at university, the loss of the woman he thinks he loves, alienation from his family and friends, and the dreams that would propel him from obscure poverty, but before he can do that he tries to kill himself on the day of the World Cup final in 1994.

Picking himself up, he once again looks to find peace with his own identity and make sense of life. He begins a quest for the answers, starting with those who seem to have it all worked out. Those who use drugs, sex, violence and money as their answer.

In the end, he must confront the demons that haunt him by travelling to meet the woman he idolises - the centre point of his dreams and ultimately a reality that was always too harsh to accept.

This is real. This is a love story. This is a brutally honest memoir. This is I Was His Witness.