Let’s hypothesize that there’s a substance that’s been irritating you and causing problems in all areas of your life: it causes you to be unhappy, to be stressed, to procrastinate, to be distracted, to be angry with people, to be dissatisfied with
There are a ton of people who read self-improvement blogs and books, but never put them into action.
They engage in what’s sometimes called “self-improvement porn”.
So what if you guys are still around? I’m gonna live my life anyways! New motto:
Mind expansion to accept the ugly faces as just one aspect of a bigger and more vibrant mental state and lifestyle, through good and bad times.
Just fade away or become a part of my overall kind, smart, and important SELF.
Which will it be?
People in group named things like fitness, education, confidence, security, medicine, and self esteem that help protect us from mental illness.
What did I say?
Fall back and leave me alone! I hate you all!
Fuck the doctors for certifying me when you don’t know who the
fuck I am!
Fuck staff for never having a straight answer and injecting me with poison!
Fuck the hospital for detaining me!
Fuck security and the nurses for putting me into seclusion and restraining me to a bed!
Fuck the police for tackling me and throwing me to the ground!
Fuck the Alberta Mental Health Act for shitting on my rights!
Freedom from fear
Drugs help you see things in different ways
Drugs enhance creativity
Drugs are one big cop-out to what real life should be
So why am I still high?
my psychiatrist, Doctor Cruz, and he bumped up the doses of my antipsychotics and mood stabilizers.
I know this is all for the good, but why do I feel that it’s a setback? Shouldn’t the doses be getting lower?
After all, I’m getting better, right?
I keep telling them but they just won’t leave me alone. Ugly faces attack my analogue visual audio. Assaulting my precious senses to POINT BREAK and Keanu is not around to save me.
Overwhelmed to shit!
So I called the Crisis Hotline and they helped me with a plan.
Distract the Senses