Patience, I hope, is available from you today.
My mind is a soup of confused, indistinct thoughts.
At least I do not feel unstable. Yesterday was full of shakiness mentally and was very unpleasant.
Obviously I need help. I don't think an angel of compassion would be able to work through what is in my mind. I need to take my medication and not do drugs.
Pleasure of existence is not available to all and I hope you can learn that and remember that not everyone is on an equal footing when it comes to mental functioning. We need forbearance.
That said I am going to make some coffee and eat.
Perhaps you also will take care of your needs.
I would like a car.
Soon Jamie will visit me here in Oregon. I can usually communicate with her and she has a lot of healing abilities. I want to be a healer. That means I have to fight mental health workers, who nearly always lack understanding. Their theories and training are divorced from reality, benefiting only those who don't give a shit. They need a piece of my mind.
Write a good joke and make your enemies convulse with laughter. Maybe they'll learn something.
Ciao!
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