How could you

How could you not know?

Don’t you care about me?

How could you not know?

We’ve talked about it

A zillion times.

How could you not know?

How could you

Do that

Against me.

The logic of psychiatry

(Picture a Nazi flag being waved as this is said):
Millions of people world-wide agree to take psychotropic drugs once they gain insight into their illness. This proves that these drugs work. There is only resistance amongst people while they are having a psychotic episode.
Sometimes there are suicides and murders while the patient is on psychotropic medication. This only occurs when the dosage is not high enough, or the type of medication used is not suitable to the person and needs to be changed. Sometimes the illness is so severe that people can only get better through such treatments as hospitalisation and electro-shock therapy, which helps to wipe the memory clear so the person can start with a clean fresh slate.

Embarrassments

I’m not embarrassed anymore about what happens to me in times of stress. It’s simply that I sleep-wake. My dream/nightmare becomes wrapped up into my waking life via a belief system that has buoyed me. My cure for that is to be an atheist and to always regard what my friends say highly. Sometimes their advice and direction is better than my own thinking. So, I want to keep an open mind to the possibility that sometimes the things I think are symbols rather than reality. Reality is connecting and understanding my friends and communicating with them in a way that makes sense to both of us.

The cult of psychiatry

Psychiatry is a cult. A dangerous cult. A cult that mugs people, drugs people and imprisons them, trying to hypnotise them into believing in psychiatry by threatening them with higher doses of chemicals if they don’t. They prey on the vulnerable and lure youth in, claiming to cure people of their problems.

Curl up and disappear

Curl up and disappear

That’s what happens

When I’m placed in a chemical weir
My fish has no place to go
And my fins become redundant
While in this cage
Of wait and be patient

Care and punishment

Once upon a time I thought it would be interesting to talk to a doctor about emotional problems. I thought, they would be good because they could listen confidentially and would know ways to direct me that would help me out of the bad feelings I had. I was so young and self-centred I forgot to think about what they were actually thinking. I only thought of my own story.

The funding of mere chemistry

I don’t think healing is easy. I think it is hard work. And when the doctor works hard to help, that’s when they’re able to do something the damaged person couldn’t.

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