Dear healthcare workers

I've been thinking more about DID and overmedicalization... the bipolar bullshit with the toxic masculinity... I had to go to City Center. Two female counselors. Clarity. Female psychologist. Einstein was male. And he did try to stop it. Springbrook tried to stop it. Ccbh did not. That's hard to overlook. But it all started at MIP. The family right next door. You know, name on buildings and stuff like that. Lack of independence. Bipolar bullshit. CBT didnt catch it. It made the problem worse. With a vague DSM, undue influence, and a success oriented family... am I the last one to figure this out? Anyways, so I ended up with female nutritionists, female counselors, female social workers, so then I got an np internist, I was refusing to work with males, artstick got overwhelmed, so now a male pa that is not above talking to women... oh and I was angry... wondering why no one seemed interested in stopping the pills. So then it was dea and fbi... the medical board had to remind me that I am not law enforcement... so then I'm walking around with a bunch of women, government agencies, and a high placed name or two. And if Timmons hadn't seemed so concerned, maybe i would have taken the pills. I just needed to know there was someone that was above county and state influence... just in case. Between the women, the governor and Timmons, I decided to go forward. its just that family is on so many committees and knows so many people... county sheriff... prisma... state senators... I was nervous... I was being watched by locals either with the doctors or against, prisma, mindful, internist, mindwell, people talk about jail and fraud... seeing all this influence... having worked in taxes... al capone...tax evasion put him away. So then I'm thinking, with all these people, other then perhaps myself, who would go away if something crossed a line. There's a lot of lines and a lot of people when you consider state and federal law. So I really need to let other people worry about those things. It just wears on my mind. I had hoped it wouldn't be ugly. But people get stubborn when you question thier creditentials, authority, or the well-being of people they know. Springbrook rather liked prichards. What i see when I look at the past is a history of nuerodyvergence and trauma. Overmedicalization. Alphabet soup diagnoses. Undue influence. Too many pills. Too much greed. Miseducation and missed red flags that became only bigger red flags over time. Then the government steps in. Too many abuse reports, SDOH, Federal money going who knows where. DSM dressing up drug trafficking. At times it was like Munchousens byproxy. Which I've seen real life examples of. But between all this and the agencies and people asking questions at a state and federal level, now it's time to step back. It's time for real life. The stuff the nutritionists and the social workers and the counselors taught me. If there's anything left to do, I have to trust the state of South Carolina and possibly the federal government to decide that. To me its excessive. To me, a state or federal judge might need to make some decisions other then mentally incompetent. This seems messy. And some people at ccbh and mip have been slow to get with the program. So hopefully, i can do that cooking and cleaning and real life... and someone higher up then the county can decide what to do or not do about drugs and dsm mania. This county is a big county. It has a lot going on. I think it needs some help. I do firmly believe that there were serious problems at Greenville Psychiatropy, MIP, CCBH. My old internist knew. He's the one that flagged SDOH. Anmed knows. Greenville ketamine center. These people know things. It doesn't so much matter what I do or don't say. There's plenty of people and records. I just want to know what we are teaching South Carolina about drugs and diagnostic bullshit. I was supporting my family, who was supporting prisma who was supporting my family. Everyone in lockstep step on the bipolar and drug it away. So much like a NAZI system. There were plenty of red flags. Stretching back to childhood. So I need to focus on the wholesome stuff and let South Carolina worry about South Carolina. I need this state to take a hard look at the records from Anmed, Greenville Psych, MIP, Springbrook, CCBH, the medical board, Greenville Ketamine, mindwell, Einstein from Atlanta maybe, maybe Riggs and McLean, City Center, Mindful Upstate, Internal medicine associates, and think long and hard about how to keep this county safe. I truly believe that minipress, gabapentin, clozaril, stimulants, and benzos can be highly dangerous. Life or death, permanent disability dangerous. I will not rest until there are tighter restrictions on the use of clozaril, gabapentin, and minipress in particular. Highly dangerous. Change behavior dramatically. Ask City Center. Ask Springbrook. They know. 38 calibur dangerous. 911 dangerous. With all the blame going around. I want to remind people that there are good guys. The ones that don't buy the bullshit. And in my mind that's mostly social workers, internists, LPCs, nurses. I see danger when people get too close. Group think. At MIP. at ccbh. The latter of Which was dealt with. It'd be nice since I've basically gone around to every single agency and person willing to listen, to see the state... in the form of a state or federal judge, close the matter permanently. I'm so tired of thinking about this. So, to use a skill that the social worker at MIP used...

I need to FOCUS on REAL LIFE. I'm CONCERNED that so very many other people are ALARMED at this situation that revolves around MIP, DSM, DRUGS, BIPOLAR BULLSHIT, OVERMEDICALIZATION, WASTE OF PUBLIC FUNDS, and I'm TRUSTING that the STATE OF SOUTH CAROLINA, if neccessary, with federal assistance, will take a hard look at what has been going on in this here county. I've already contacted the FBI, as you may be aware. I'm very concerned about the drugs. I'm very concerned about the medical system. I've already asked the FBI to monitor my communications and assured them that I want to cooperate. To keep people safe. So, as far as I know, state and federal authorities have been working on keeping this county safe. It's time for me to do real life. Let the state worry about the state. Let the experts and the records hash it out. I'm hoping that the people will feel safer, knowing that the government is working on keeping them safe. I'm tired of conflict. I cannot predict what will or will not happen. I cannot say who did what or what is dangerous. I leave that to the government. The experts. The records. They know my concerns. They dont tell me everything. They have cooperation if needed. They asked what I wanted. I said health care free of undue influence. So hopefully its over and I can focus on real life things. Sorry county. Too many connections. Good luck. My team will be in touch as needed. Keep the county safe.

Ashes and Dust

Dear Healthcare worker 5/9

Vell, Im flattered. Zey thought of old vlad. Who put you up to it? Was it the tent? Coffee? Arson? Who figured it out? You realize im not coming for the meds, yes? I'd donate blood but I'm not sure if that's a good idea. Last time i fell in love with the phlebotmist. Nearly faints at the sight of me now. But I'll take a pint. You don't mind if I stay out of sight for a few years? Too much attention.

Minding my own Business 5/9

See what I figure is, whatever the alphabet soup of psych dx's does or does not mean, the physical dx's are my primary concern. 

For someone with that many dx's, it would appear Western medicine has run amuck.

Given that this has attracted a lot of attention... it's not just a me problem. There are people asking questions about how this happened. They want to keep people safe. So I just let them my concerns. And then others can decide what adjustments might need to be made. So then the community is safer. What worries me is some of this borders on criminal. And I don't get to decide. So these other people... they talk to other people, they look at records, maybe an expert or two... understand what went wrong, if anyone else was affected, that sort of thing. There's enough social workers, LPCs, shrinks, mds, and politicians that have learned enough to want to know what happened. So I'm trying to focus on here and now and keep level headed while I think through exactly what I need to do to answer all this. Cuz at this point they really seem intent on resolving the matter. And then I need to focus on my living independently thing. First I was nervous about coming off meds, then nervous about who to trust, then nervous about the pushback. But its gone too far. And now I have to finish what I started. And I'm hoping that no one goes to prison. That's not up to me. They have to figure out what these records and expert interpretations mean for the state of South Carolina. If adjustments need to be made. I feel confident the state wants to understand. Wants to keep people safe. I feel confident it will be safe. Some people are just not good in combination. They can be good separately. I hope so. I think the Angels hope so. I don't know what happens. But hopefully this gets less exciting. It's been rather strange. I don't know what needs to happen. I just want to do something other then take pills and counseling or that plus work. That family thing I keep hearing about. They're gonna kick me outta heaven if I don't quit breaking in. So if you don't mind, I'll be home. Minding my own business. Arguing with the library about petty bullshit. Cuz they seem obnoxious to me. But I've been there a lot too.

Angels

Now I'm wondering who's thinking these things up because they are getting very clever. Watching the website. Using the records. Coordinating. It's very clever. 

I know so many of them. But you're watching the website. And you saw the dear healthcare worker. And I told only one person about that message. And that person told someone at the hospital. Or maybe the hospital figured it out. Well anyways. The discharge nurse name is on the records. And you know I don't trust those doctors anymore. You know I trust the nurses. And what? Because she was blonde? Small didn't work, so now the blonde nurse. Very clever. Oh, now it's like, we'll tell him the discharge nurse wants him to have these meds suddenly. No thanks. burn or restock. If there are really meds. I have the meds I need. I want to resolve this issue with the old guard. The script happy dinosaurs. I guess it's nice to be heard though. Tell Elle I said hi. We need to see other people guys. I'm concerned about the medication prescribing. Hopefully less concerned with time. I do want to believe. On the outside. Without excessive medication. A little more quietly. I'm middle aged now. Let the young people shine. Go help them. We've so got to stop doing this. Good luck. I got coffee. A few mindful people. These Bipolar meds are concerning to me. The gabapentin thing is particularly disturbing. Knowing Malacheck was in charge of my care and put me on it right around the time the company got in trouble. That was very disturbing. He was charismatic. That can be a problem. Now he's dead. I like coffee. Not enough bagels around. Anyways... pills to take, weird stuff to write, dishes to wash... clothes to... do something with. Hopefully something more useful. So, you know, you're not charting at 4.5 PPH. It was impressive. The Social workers did well. I was rather counting on them this time. Sharon retired. You remember Sharon? She did notice some things. I'd better not let #2 talk our way in again. I felt safe there once. Maybe we finally figured each other out. Ciao.

Combinations

Some people are bad in combination. Some people should stay the fuck away from me. The drugs don't fix this nor shut me up. I'm not your perfect son. I tried. It didn't work. Give it up. Stop the insanity. I'm not him. He doesnt exist. Stop looking. There's a half dozen governmental agencies already watching. Jump ship. Get out. Stay out. It's not looking pretty. I'm medically complex. The ship has sailed. Please go away. Thank you.

Oversensitive

Maybe I'm oversensitive, but really, a warm fuck you to perfectionist doctors, manipulative family, gossiptrees, and the inventors of clozaril. Please go fuck yourselves. Then do it again. Then go walk off a cliff. 

Seriously. The NAZIs had better results. Numbing people out and releasing chaos is not the answer. 

You think this is funny? Really? Which part? Im not seeing funny here. My liver is almost shot. My charts a mile long. Truly. Go fuck yourselves. I'm not going to rest until that shit is permanently banned. This isn't funny. 

I'm so relieved MIP doesnt like me anymore. Place is fucked. They started this. The bullshit with the dx's and the pills. It's your mess guys. Great job. Go back to medical school now. Try that hippocratic oath again. Remember it? No? Funny the things you forget. Go fuck yourselves. Truly. It needs to be done. To-do list it. You're a fucking disaster. You numbed me out and destroyed my body with pills. Congratulations. Go fuck yourselves again. You and your little friends. There's no hiding this THE FUCKING GOVERNOR ALREADY KNOWS ALL ABOUT IT... GO JUMP OFF A CLIFF. TAKE YOUR CLOZARIL WITH YOU. THEN FUCK YOURSELVES AGAIN. every day until you remember that oath. Everyday. I'm reserving rooms at McClean now.

Oh but they're still planning the next forced medicationing. See when this started, I thought... I'll make a website, I'll make a few metaphors, maybe people will learn, we'll all move on. Then I noticed how nervous people were. Oh fuck, he's waking up. Oh fuck. He sees the truth. Oh fuck, he's talking. Dammit. Where's the nearest pharmacy? Fuck metaphors, some people never learn.

Cumbersome

 [Verse 1]

She calls me Goliath and I wear the David mask

I guess the stones are comin' too fast for her now

You know I'd like to believe this nervousness will pass

All the stones that are thrown are building up a wall

[Pre-Chorus]

I have become cumbersome

To this world

I have become cumbersome

To my girl

[Verse 2]

I'd like to believe we could reconcile the past

Resurrect those bridges with an ancient glance

But my old stone face can't seem to break her down

She remembers bridges, burns 'em to the ground

[Pre-Chorus]

I have become cumbersome

To this world

I have become cumbersome

To my girl

[Chorus]

Too heavy, too light, too black or too white, too wrong or too right

Today or tonight, cumbersome

Too rich or too poor, she's wanting me less and I'm wanting her more

The bitter taste is cumbersome

No, yeah, no-no, no

No-no, no, yeah

[Bridge]

There is a balance between two worlds

One with an arrow and a cross

Regardless of the balance life has become

Cumbersome

Sense

I just don't get it. I'm the disabled guy with the degrees and the pills and the hospital system on one side, various doctors offices on different sides, a family on another side, and so many other people who think I have something to give or do for them. I don't actually have to go out there to know that these people are all out there just waiting for a report or some help or to drug me up or come up with a new dx and it makes no sense. Who has the energy for this? Do I have all the answers here? Does any office have all the answers. I need to retire from a half dozen more things before someone sees me and decides either they or I need something. It makes no sense.

I get tired of caring. Because problems and solutions vary depending on who you ask. Caring was more fun when I was more numb.

Medical system

I just don't get it. I may not be attracting the right kind of attention, but what the fuck do you people want? Have I not been drugged enough? Have I not said enough? Am I that damned interesting? If half a dozen shrinks can't get it right, who's up next? 

Find someone else to drug, to fill out your surveys. Leave me alone. Go away. Stay gone. I'm a little tired. This is not impressing anyone. I doubt there is a soul anywhere on this earth that is impressed with this medical system. I certainly am not. Just leave it alone. Find someone else to fix. This person is closed for business. Maybe it was interesting. Maybe I thought it was helping. I don't know. But my body can only take so much. You're wasting your time. You're wasting your paper work. Give it a rest. Do you really think that running the nursing staff or the techs or anyone at all running people around to drug me this way and that way, bring me to this and that group or center? Where the hell is this going? It makes no sense. None at all. Just leave me be. If I have physical symptoms, please treat those then fuck off. You're not helping anyone. Not really. If I'm psychociating, just filter me out. I'm a figment of your imagination. I'm not actually real. I'm a name. Some diplomas. And some pills. That's me. 

PRISMA R US

Well, isn't this just so intelligent. My life makes no sense. None at all. I've got a damn name. It's on that damn building. You know the one. You all know the one. And that name sells with those drugs. And anyone with that name who jams up that program of medicalized perfection will be hunted down and drugged into silence. Yes, MIP I got your call. Go fuck yourselves. You're not helping here. I'm tired. You guys have worn me down. I'm so sick of these damn names. PRISMA. My last name. It's such a fucking joke. How many drugs do you need to sell? How much medicalized perfection do you need in this community? WHERE DOES IT END? IT'S A DAMN NAME. Don't you people have actual lives to save? Does it really matter what I say on a damn website that can be filtered? Go drug someone else. I've had my pharmacy. Literally. I'm tired. It isn't funny. Go drug someone else. You're not helping. Leave it alone. ARE WE REALLY IMPRESSING ANYONE HERE? DOES THIS IMPRESS ANYONE? DOES IT MAKE ANY SENSE THAT MY LIFE REVOLVES AROUND PILLS FROM THIS HOSPITAL AND THAT HOSPITAL? Oh but it's such a nice name. Maybe I'll change my name to Depakote Lithium Clozapino. After the two drugs I've OD'd on and the third that failed to prevent yet a third OD and second coma. ARE WE MAKING ANY SENSE HERE? ARE YOUR DRUGS HELPING ME? Yeah, I'm a little angry. Especially when people don't learn from their mistakes. THE DAMN DRUGS DON'T FUCKING WORK. USE COMMON SENSE. 

Common sense, take three in the morning, don't call back. This is South Carolina. Not the state of Denial. Walk away while your legs still work.

Polls

OK, so I'd like to see higher numbers, but so long as someone in this world understands the problems in South Carolina, I'll be happy enough. In the past month, 2,180 Americans have learned about some of the problems of South Carolina as experienced by yours truly. 378 Netherlands. Perhaps my Chinese readers can relate to Western medicine running amuck. I'm rather certain there is someone, somewhere, who would like to see fewer pills on these streets before we run off starting a war with somebody. The Ukrianians are keeping a few people busy right now. Personally, I like peace. Maybe I'm a coward, but if I'm gonna strike someone I don't plan to do so unless they need to be dead. I'm a little angry right now, but I think that maybe it'd be better not to fuck around with our allies and worry about our own problems, while helping them deal with theirs. Just to be clear, between the EU and Russia/China/N.Korea... I'm with Europe 100% of the time. Common values. I guess people will always want our country and everyone in it to be a certain way. But maybe if we can be ok with a middle ground, then we won't have World War III or Nazi like experimentation on our own citizens... here's looking at you, Clozaril. 

I think people should be alarmed at drugged zombies on American streets. I think they should be alarmed at cult like groups of people running around causing chaos. I think they should be alarmed at warmongering and tariffs that no one can understand. I think there is reason to be concerned. 

Busybody Personality Disorder

I've been seeing a psychiatric emergency of sorts. From the county library, which I have come to hate with a passion, to the gossip circles to the doctors' offices to the schools. Too many people far too involved in other people's business. I cannot understand this perversion. Why people have to obsess and control other people so very much. If it's not a physical defect, it's personality, or education... there's always something. Why is everyone is everyone else's business? Never mind good enough, let's just keep fixing everything till it's been fixed 3 dozen times and then let's bulldoze and build something new. Instead of allowing diversity, let's medicate and have corrective surgery and re-indoctrinate at every last opportunity. Let's fix everything and then fix it again. Nope, everyone has gotta look just like us, think just like us, do just like us. Because we're so perfect. There is so much overcorrection, no wonder people have to leave. Then we got all these new people coming in. Now we get to complain about them. How they are changing our dysfunction, and we like our dysfunction just fine, thank you kindly. But no taxes for the roads, because then we can't about the potholes that actually do cause problems. Let's spend on the money on drugs and indoctrination. Not on the roads. Let's waste money that could be spent on schools and roads on making sure everyone looks and thinks just like us. Because schools aren't meant for indoctrination. They are meant to create useful skills. Roads are meant for getting places. Enforcing gender roles, medicalized perfection, locking up the largest population IN THE WORLD is really gonna fix things? Or maybe we start a war, go off and have all the people we don't like go fight it? I just don't see the sense. I do not understand this military budget or the tariffs. It makes no sense. I felt like I liked the people. I don't see these policies helping. I am appalled by what is happening at the federal level. Truly disgusted. What the hell is going on in this country? These are the patriots? really? I don't get it. Y'all are so busy destroying each other you didn't stop to think if it made sense to do so. So much base hatred and suppression. You call this Freedom? Why can't people just mind their own business. 

Supermedicated

It's very alarming to me to wake up from a supermedicated, highly controlled state of existence and see what I see. I trusted some of the wrong people too much. These drugs are dangerous. Very dangerous. There are people that won't let me break. I have to respect that. I have to respect it by warning others of what this stuff does to your mind and body. Very dangerous. These ideas they've been teaching about perfection, medication, gender roles, its not helpful. It will destroy people. It will end them in ERs. Like it did to me. It will put them in comas. Pushing too hard. Medicating too much. Forcing ideology. It destroys people. It lands them on permanent disability. It keeps them in bad situations. Clinging to the past. Do not do this to this country. Do not destroy these people. You can't lock up or ship out enough so long as you just create more monsters with hatred and broken ideology.

Community

I really am hoping to turn my attention to doing something more positive for this community, then watch a hospital system and my family fight over what I need and who is to blame. I just don't think this conflict is helpful. I don't think we need super medicated citizens permanently disabled just so they can look perfect and talk fancy. I really don't think it helps to learn 3 careers worth of information and burn yourself out trying to be everything to everyone. I don't think we need ODs in our ERs or people threatening each other. I don't think this is helpful. That's why, again, I'd like to thank the governor, the medical board, the cdc, scdhec, and DSS for stepping in. For putting the brakes. And mindfulupstate and city center for recognizing valid problems in this community. South Carolina has real problems. So, maybe, just maybe i should figure out what I need to do. And maybe accountability keeps people safe. The house was full of pills. Everywhere. So many different types. You have no idea how many pills. Far too many. Perfection isn't a virtue. It isn't safe. Can't be teaching people to drug it away. You end up with word salad, dx extravaganza, pills everywhere, dead tired, haunted, miserable, looking ok but not feeling anything like that, and then the physical issues... GI wrecked. Metabolism crazy. It's not worth it. It's so not worth it. Just leave people be. Let them be human but without controlling others or medicating them to death. We have the largest prison population in the world by far already. How many more will we lock up? If ok can be ok, and money is not the end all and be all, then maybe it's ok to let people be imperfect. And free. Maybe I like this place too much. But it'd be nice to see people treating others a little better. Not so focused on perfection and ideology. Religious or otherwise. Because I feel like I have a very hard core, brutal liberalism on one side and a hard-core conservatism on the other that can be brutal too.

Big Picture

I really hope people are starting to get the big picture. That overmedication is not ok. Abuse is not OK. Harassment is not ok. That whatever my problem is, carting me off from this hospital to that hospital and medicating the life out of me is not helpful. It's not helpful to force me to talk to lawyers and mental health staff. It's not helpful to inspire me to contact DSS or FBI or SCDHEC or the MEDICAL BOARD regardless of what my problem is. Whatever my problem is or isn't, some people aren't healthy together. I think, at a bare minimum, the entirety of the upstate mental health community can agree, as numerous ones already have, that I have unhealthy relationships and certain people need to stay out of my life. For the good of this community. For its safety and security. We are not good in combination. I've got to relearn a few things. Just leave it alone. Let it rest. Just leave people be. Let ok be ok. We need to all take some big steps back and try to forget. Let it all go. Permanently. Let's not repeat patterns. Let's not go back to the same people. Let's not threaten or hurt anyone. Just let it rest. Keep South Carolina safe. Peaceful. Quiet. Part of that is leaving me be. At least until these two people, and thier respective teams and consultants (which includes multiple mds) say otherwise. If every shrink with a name up the East Coast has already tried, and these two teams believe i should stay home, then maybe I should do that. The cat is doing well. He's been in such good spirits. Happy as a clam most of the time. I get upset at times. I start pacing and I get lost in my mind. Just leave it alone. These people are helping me. Let them do that. They're doing well. Don't make me talk to lawyers, DSS, anyone else. I don't like doing it. And if I have to go to a hospital, don't threaten me. It's not a good idea.

Drug Demons

Something that hadn't occurred to me until recently is how interesting people seem to find me. It was rather disconcerting at first. Being the last born of educated parents can affect the mind. Sometimes, people don't realize and make it worse.

If you get the wrong types of attention, it can distort the mind. Interpretation can run amuck. It's easy to get labeled bipolar, especially if you're male. Doesn't mean the label is helpful or the medications either. Highly perfection oriented populations can misdiagnose so easily. Distorting someone's perception of the world and themselves isn't hard to do. Creating chaos, through highly traumatic events or through unpredictable and varied demands will create people with many talents and little consistency. It will make them act bipolar. No chemicals required. They will rise and fall and be agents of chaos, because that is what they were taught. You don't have to go to McClean to know what messed up is. While some dx's like DID are rare and not well understood, they are not so rare in fact. Because these problems, they have like problems, and some hide better then others. The symptoms shine through. For DID and borderline, it's those patterns. Very well defined patterns. Reinforced patterns. Locking up people with patterns is like locking a bunch of thieves in an art museum. What will they learn from each other while gazing on valuable things they cannot have?  How will they heal? There's a few dozen geniuses with psych MDs that are so incredibly allergic to the truth. They can't see how they are part of the problem. They don't want to see. They want the reputation and money. It's sad. Promoting drugs and finding problems with people. It's truly sad. They may think I'm the insect they couldn't quite kill or stop from buzzing. But I am the warning. I am the warning of what fault finding can bring. Now they need to see that reflection. So the world can be safer. Demonizing people creates exactly that: demons. Drugged, useless demons. So great job guys, I'm sure we all appreciate it.

Physical

I've moved from a deep freeze to semi freeze and now i seem to shift between a mild fight state and mild shutdown. The fight state involves more GI upset and increased BP and temperature. 

They call it polyvagal theory. The engagement zone, the freeze zone, the fight zone. There's much more detail but I'm still learning the truth and unlearning the Bipolar bullshit and toxic masculinity. But I truly was fucked over by psychiatrists addicted to thier own ideas of importance, ignoring red flags, overprescribing, and endangering this community with limited understanding of fight/flight symptoms, dinosauric theory, and a list of patented drugs that numb and alter behavior.  I helped them do it. I'm no longer helping them. There are others that are numbbed and walking around with thier issues. That ignore thier reality.

Sometimes medication is necessary. It should be used with caution. Men aren't dangerous unless they are taught to be dangerous. And even then they have to choose. Different men make different choices.

Patience

I struggle with patience. A traumatic event on top of a sudden increase in awareness is not a recipe for understanding. Being highly analytical is not a recipe for patience. The memory blocks and processing problems make tasks difficult. I'm too eager to engage. I slip into complacency. I look around and I see denial almost everywhere. People dripping with ignorance and yet only too sure of themselves. People with letters engaging in fits of incompetence and then disappointed at the results. Thinking that surely it's not that hard. Thinking that they are special. Thinking that they can see through the issues and fix me. It's not that it amuses me to see them fail or even that I want them to fail. I'm just amazed that they are wasting thier energy and engaging in such delusions. They called Prichards the magic maker. Now everyone wants to fix me and no one can. They wonder how I learned to idealize and engage in delusions when they themselves taught me line by line. They wonder if this "Bipolar" simply dropped down from heaven. They don't have the patience to realize that they themselves are human, they themselves make mistakes and fail. They want to demonize me but can't look in the mirror. I wonder why. I could be more patient if they weren't so full of shit themselves. Some of the changes in me are long term. Others are relatively permanent. There is no fixing me. The brain still has plasticity. Let it rest. Don't play with fire. And I will work on thoughts, emotions, and routines. Forget diagnoses. Forget medical solutions. Forget trying to manage me. Leave me be. Give me peace. I'll give you the same. I need quiet. That more then anything.

Thermometer

10. Rage

Psychosis like behavior. Defensive, abrupt, sometimes paranoia. Visual changes, fading out, hearing changes, faraway. Ranting. Intense fear.

9. Fury, hostile, closed. No longer listening.

8. Anger, impatient

^ Danger ^

7. Cautious, Irritable

6. Nervous/Alarmed

5. Overstimulated/stressed

^ Too activated ^

4. Peak, headache, fatigue, losing focus

3. Engrossed

2. Pleasant engagement 

^ Productive ^

1. Unoccupied, attentive, curious

0. Bored/tired. Slightly dreamy. Adhd like.

FBI

So I rather regret filing a report with the FBI. I have a sneaking suspicion that my report is very related to the internet disruptions and password reset requests that day. So my professionals are getting used to having conversations with state and federal agencies... the local police can breathe a sigh of relief. The same people that want me to shut up know county and state officials pretty damn well. Extremely well. Unfortunately they can't control the medical board or federal officials... but I'm not law enforcement I'm just pissed off. So again, it's really a bad idea to know me unless I contact you. It attracts the wrong kind of attention. Let it alone. Don't worry about DSS. Worry about DEA and FBI instead. I'm trying to keep myself physically intact and mentally functional, help the local hospitals figure out how we got into this mess. Keep people safe. And maybe the federal government doesnt mind so much giving me some disability and some insurance, if it keeps me healthy and keeps some dirty doctors in line... maybe they come to appreciate that actually... but they probably prefer not to get contacted... so, speaking on behalf of the FBI, please don't contact me without permission. It's not a good idea. Thank you. Please don't threaten me. It's not a good idea. There are jails for some things.

Side Effects

Almost every time I talk to a non-professional who knew the medicated me I get the distinct impression that people want me to shut the hell up and medicate. Such desires have side effects. Insisting on seeing someone through a lens of medicated perfection is a distortion of reality. I get it. I kinda liked the old me. But that's how I got here. Medically complex, permanently disabled unless I learn to deal with emotions differently (near as an honest professional will tell me), unable to maintain relationships... unable to maintain jobs... a medicated perfectionism. Oh, you'll be damn strong... miserable, and unstable. You have to deal with the emotions and set boundaries, or you'll drown in pills and anger and there will be no help for you on this earth. So I strongly advise anyone who knew the old me to avoid contact unless I contact you. Oh I'm full of ideas, you made me that way... not all of them are good ones... the local hospitals and I are engaged in some learning... leave it be. Or people as far off as Singapore just might understand the dangers of overprescription and poor boundaries. I like this state. I like it quiet, safe, peaceful. I'm planning to keep it that way... but I need to work with these hospitals, improve my health and hopefully keep them from endangering the population. I especially want to discourage medical professionals yet again from contacting me directly, indirectly, or by soothsayer unless they are on a treatment team... that would be extremely poor judgment. 

Lithuania

A warm hello to my new friends from Lithuania. You cropped up in the past 24 hours. 

So far...

1. US 

2. Netherlands 

3. Singapore

4. China

5. Russia

6. United Kingdom

7. Germany

8. France

9. Hong Kong

10. Canada

11. Sweden

12. Japan

13. India

14. Iran

15. Indonesia 

16. Ireland

17. Australia

18. Lithuania

19. South Korea

20. Other

I have Italian blood. Studied some Spanish, French, Italian. Not familiar with Dutch or German. 

A reminder to the health care professionals of South Carolina: if you aren't being paid to help me, it's best you keep quiet. Some of you are trying to fool with stuff you don't understand. Others want to shut me up. I think it's best we learn from the excesses of Western medicine. Avoid disturbing the community. Allow my mind and body to work this out. 

I'm curious who's joining me from the Netherlands and Lithuania of all places. China is not surprising, but Singapore wasn't my first suspicion. 

Gratitude

What am I grateful for?

Knowledge...

People...

Food...

Home...

Rest...

Spring...

Peace.

Awareness

I'm seeing good signs... the hypersensitivity seems slightly less. My body feels more present. I feel more aware of people around me. Slightly less lost in my mind.

The depression seems milder. The energy a little low but more consistent. The anxiety and anger still seem a little high. Blood pressure still elevated. Heart feels a little wierd with periodic mild chest pain. Allergies... less congestion, more airway constriction, especially in the sinuses. Hands and feet are sensitive. Joints pop a lot. Forehead, gums and face have pain at times. Forehead is changing a little. I can only imagine that the neural networks in the prefrontal cortex are adapting. Some of the bizarre thoughts have faded with some of the more unpredictable physical sensations. Though I think avoiding certain memories and people is still wise. Chronic inflammation from over medicalization, numbedness, lack of processing. I'm rinsing with warm salt water. Some exercise, and continued nutrition and routine... maybe the hospital and I can avoid direct legal action... hopefully avoid threatening each other... seeing as this name is still on a building of thiers... seems rather ugly. Perhaps cooler heads can prevail. Keep people safe, but without excessive force. The road to hell is paved with good intentions. Maybe some of those doctors had good ones, but they need to be careful. They need to maintain independence. Proper boundaries.