Christ_empowered
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Me, yet again. I Praise The Lord for His goodness, mercy, and love and compassion. He has willed to do a mighty work in my life, and I've only been genuinely saved--and that by a miracle-- for 4 1/2 years. Thing is...
....I don't think the oppression will stop, as long as I'm around here. Its fairly obvious that I was fully, definitely expected to be dead by 23. I am now 33, and remarkably healthy and...normal, whole. That's part of God's work in my life, and I am increasingly thankful.
Details of my psychiatric "treatment" have been shared with people around here for a long, long time. The other night, maybe 3 AM, I woke up, couldn't get back to sleep, so I went out on the front porch. Some dudes were in the yard of the house in front and to the corner on my parents' yard, laughing about stuff from my psych history...from when I was a teenager, at college, years ago. I'm fairly certain they were drinking and such, but...yeah. That happens alot.
Today, I went to get an iced coffee early, from Dunkin Donuts drive in. No big thing, not really...except I could see the lady worker at the drive thru, through the window. She and the other lady were clearly talking about me. Word on the street now is that I was severely narcissistic, I have Schizophrenia, now I'm a felon and on a court order (that's when a judge signs an order requiring someone to show up at a clinic to be injected with a long acting antipsychotic, at regular intervals). Thing is...
...well, I have misdemeanor, I'm off probation (Praise God!), and I'm just on disability, prescribed psych drugs to take "voluntarily." As for narcissism, schizophrenia, all that...
well, they're not real, not like broken bones are real or cancer is real or...any bona fide health problems most doctors deal with are real, actual problems. I had a lot of problems, I needed attention, I was immature and needed guidance, and...the psychiatrists quickly destroyed me, and laughed about it and blamed me. Happens a good bit, actually.
These days...I dunno. Its sad that all that happened, but The Lord willed to spare me throughout and forgive me, and now I'm healthy and smart and bright eyed, remarkably normal and...its a trap, it really is.
So...yeah. More of this, still happening. I don't know what to do, honestly. I realize that the --big-- thing is God's work in my life, and I'm trying to really absorb that and live accordingly. I have been praying that The Lord will guide me and soften my heart so I can and will be guided.
I just...get...so...tired. Really, really tired. Exhausted, even. And I don't know what to do. I was given heavy shock "treatments" (not voluntarily...) age 20, again age 23. Its funny. When you're labeled "mentally ill" and given such "treatments," the psychiatrists talk about how it helps "symptoms" and such. For me, I was (and am...) so despised that they're more honest: "f@ggot don't need brain cells," etc. Ouch.
Clearly, I think a change would do me good. A problem there is that psych records do not ever just go away, and my former psychiatrists went so far with me that I am concerned that they'll make trouble for me wherever I go. Its happened before. Still, I'm a Born Again Christian now, so I am hoping+praying that The Lord will make a way for me to go to another place and have a normal life somewhere, hopefully making a way for me to say good bye to Mental Health, Inc. once and for all.
Thanks yet again for your prayers, support, replies, etc. I reallly do appreciate it.
....I don't think the oppression will stop, as long as I'm around here. Its fairly obvious that I was fully, definitely expected to be dead by 23. I am now 33, and remarkably healthy and...normal, whole. That's part of God's work in my life, and I am increasingly thankful.
Details of my psychiatric "treatment" have been shared with people around here for a long, long time. The other night, maybe 3 AM, I woke up, couldn't get back to sleep, so I went out on the front porch. Some dudes were in the yard of the house in front and to the corner on my parents' yard, laughing about stuff from my psych history...from when I was a teenager, at college, years ago. I'm fairly certain they were drinking and such, but...yeah. That happens alot.
Today, I went to get an iced coffee early, from Dunkin Donuts drive in. No big thing, not really...except I could see the lady worker at the drive thru, through the window. She and the other lady were clearly talking about me. Word on the street now is that I was severely narcissistic, I have Schizophrenia, now I'm a felon and on a court order (that's when a judge signs an order requiring someone to show up at a clinic to be injected with a long acting antipsychotic, at regular intervals). Thing is...
...well, I have misdemeanor, I'm off probation (Praise God!), and I'm just on disability, prescribed psych drugs to take "voluntarily." As for narcissism, schizophrenia, all that...
well, they're not real, not like broken bones are real or cancer is real or...any bona fide health problems most doctors deal with are real, actual problems. I had a lot of problems, I needed attention, I was immature and needed guidance, and...the psychiatrists quickly destroyed me, and laughed about it and blamed me. Happens a good bit, actually.
These days...I dunno. Its sad that all that happened, but The Lord willed to spare me throughout and forgive me, and now I'm healthy and smart and bright eyed, remarkably normal and...its a trap, it really is.
So...yeah. More of this, still happening. I don't know what to do, honestly. I realize that the --big-- thing is God's work in my life, and I'm trying to really absorb that and live accordingly. I have been praying that The Lord will guide me and soften my heart so I can and will be guided.
I just...get...so...tired. Really, really tired. Exhausted, even. And I don't know what to do. I was given heavy shock "treatments" (not voluntarily...) age 20, again age 23. Its funny. When you're labeled "mentally ill" and given such "treatments," the psychiatrists talk about how it helps "symptoms" and such. For me, I was (and am...) so despised that they're more honest: "f@ggot don't need brain cells," etc. Ouch.
Clearly, I think a change would do me good. A problem there is that psych records do not ever just go away, and my former psychiatrists went so far with me that I am concerned that they'll make trouble for me wherever I go. Its happened before. Still, I'm a Born Again Christian now, so I am hoping+praying that The Lord will make a way for me to go to another place and have a normal life somewhere, hopefully making a way for me to say good bye to Mental Health, Inc. once and for all.
Thanks yet again for your prayers, support, replies, etc. I reallly do appreciate it.