Christ_empowered
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...from my past, especially my mental health history.
My former shrinks consider me a "trouble maker." Just as God has good plans for His children, so too, do these mental health "professionals" have plans for me...and they're not good. These are the docs who over-medicated me as a teenager, did involuntary, heavy ECT when I was in my 20s, and spread my confidential info when I was "poor white trash" (I don't personally use that phrase, but...they do. Towards me, in particular).
I'm not nearly as scared as I used to be. Fret not because of evil-doers. God has given me (increasingly) a spirit not of timidity, but of a sound mind. I'm obviously very much a work in progress.
The stuff some people in my neighborhood scream at me comes straight from my (obviously pencil-whipped) old records. No matter. I can tune them out, of course.
I guess God is neither pro-psychiatry nor anti-psychiatry. His ways are higher than our ways...
...because He is using my current treatment people to keep me free. I'm not anti-medication (when needed) or whatever, but I'm obviously not keen on living in shrink-controlled slavery, which is what my former (private practi$e) shrinks want for me, and what they had, for a season.
Its just rough, that's all. A lot of my troubles right now boil down to being labeled a "trouble maker." Truth is, I was a low on the totem pole loser with (back then) a low IQ, premature aging, and a load of problems. Destroy him. Big deal, right? Especially when the private, for-profit hospital made a pretty penny off my parents and insurance company...and then demanded more.
I'm just now becoming normal, and that's all because of Jesus Christ. Yes, the people in my life facilitate His work (on good days, lol) and I'm doing better about applying Christian morality and such, but...
...yeah, Jesus is good to us, even the losers.
So, this is scary stuff. My parents already had to hire 1 attorney because of an angry ex-shrink. Had it not been for the attorney, I'd be a convicted felon (at best), in a state mental hospital (IF they were feeling semi-merciful), or possible (worst case scenario) in the lovely state prison "For the Criminally Insane." As is, I plead guilty to a serious misdemeanor and received the maximum probation because of my angry ex-shrink making a long speech about me at my sentencing hearing.
Anyway...I'm not some bitter ex-patient, at least not anymore. I'm a *disillusioned* former mental patient who still needs services, at least for the time being. Kind of a tough situation. More importantly, I'm a child of The Most High God, and I can't help but notice that all the (many) good things He has done is doing in my life infuriate my former "treatment team."
Ramble ramble ramble...please pray for my freedom and safety. Thanks
My former shrinks consider me a "trouble maker." Just as God has good plans for His children, so too, do these mental health "professionals" have plans for me...and they're not good. These are the docs who over-medicated me as a teenager, did involuntary, heavy ECT when I was in my 20s, and spread my confidential info when I was "poor white trash" (I don't personally use that phrase, but...they do. Towards me, in particular).
I'm not nearly as scared as I used to be. Fret not because of evil-doers. God has given me (increasingly) a spirit not of timidity, but of a sound mind. I'm obviously very much a work in progress.
The stuff some people in my neighborhood scream at me comes straight from my (obviously pencil-whipped) old records. No matter. I can tune them out, of course.
I guess God is neither pro-psychiatry nor anti-psychiatry. His ways are higher than our ways...
...because He is using my current treatment people to keep me free. I'm not anti-medication (when needed) or whatever, but I'm obviously not keen on living in shrink-controlled slavery, which is what my former (private practi$e) shrinks want for me, and what they had, for a season.
Its just rough, that's all. A lot of my troubles right now boil down to being labeled a "trouble maker." Truth is, I was a low on the totem pole loser with (back then) a low IQ, premature aging, and a load of problems. Destroy him. Big deal, right? Especially when the private, for-profit hospital made a pretty penny off my parents and insurance company...and then demanded more.
I'm just now becoming normal, and that's all because of Jesus Christ. Yes, the people in my life facilitate His work (on good days, lol) and I'm doing better about applying Christian morality and such, but...
...yeah, Jesus is good to us, even the losers.
So, this is scary stuff. My parents already had to hire 1 attorney because of an angry ex-shrink. Had it not been for the attorney, I'd be a convicted felon (at best), in a state mental hospital (IF they were feeling semi-merciful), or possible (worst case scenario) in the lovely state prison "For the Criminally Insane." As is, I plead guilty to a serious misdemeanor and received the maximum probation because of my angry ex-shrink making a long speech about me at my sentencing hearing.
Anyway...I'm not some bitter ex-patient, at least not anymore. I'm a *disillusioned* former mental patient who still needs services, at least for the time being. Kind of a tough situation. More importantly, I'm a child of The Most High God, and I can't help but notice that all the (many) good things He has done is doing in my life infuriate my former "treatment team."
Ramble ramble ramble...please pray for my freedom and safety. Thanks