Higher rising the legend's banner that strife cannot defile
The currency of whispers speaks to resentment and regret
But further on the banner waves in the glimmer of sunset
Deer Elle
Spidey just dudent like when di health care providers pick on Molly. Spidey chooses his own providers, tank glue berry dutch. Tell dem, Elle. Spidey a berry nice arachnid. Spidey was nice. He didn't hurt ennyone. Spidey like his women. Dey take good care ob Spidey. 🫂 Elle 🫂 Dont werry. Spidey look out for elle. Ebbyting be ok.
Spidey
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I just hope the hospital and I don't engage in more threats. I understand there's limited resources and they have difficult working conditions. I know I made a mistake with Elle. I don't want it to be all about me. I just want to focus on feeling better so I can be more productive. I think they can help with the allergies, the sleep, and the fatigue.
Dear Small,
Spidey tried. Missed di boat. At least i don't have to pretend. Hopefully i won't see you ennytime soon.
Spidey
Dear Joe,
Stocks are down,
Arachnids are brown,
I miss seeing Krystal,
Have you seen her around?
Spidey
I've struggled with trust. There was a breakdown of trust. But going back to the idea of love as expressed in Christian terms, it is possible to love, it is even possible to love a stranger. There was not much love lost between myself and the other patients at the hospital. They immediately latched onto DID as a sign of arrogance and pushed the drug addict narrative. They never gave me a real chance. Never saw me for who I was. They got stuck on the misconceptions and trying to analyze the DID thing. But it's hard to blame them because I overthought DID and found it confusing myself.
But I've been getting my anger back down and reaching out some more. I had a blip with the ritalin and it's not a smooth and steady process. I felt like I wasn't being given choices. When you're the youngest, you get a lot of unsolicited advice and the choices are often made for you.
I was stuck in patterns and I knew myself, I knew that if I went back to gateway or got overly involved with medical, I would slip back into patterns. I needed to de-Bipolarize my mind. That did not make me popular, but in truth I was miserable when it was bipolar and the concept I had of bipolar was dysfunctional. It was keeping me trapped in a false identity, stuck in patterns.
I think it's time for forgiveness. I just wish I could talk to the staff. Help them understand. The thing with Prichards really wasn't my fault. THC isn't the problem. My counselor isn't the problem. It's the communication. Or lack thereof. But I think that's changing for me. I do know what I need as far as the medication and the ENT/Allergies. I think they are ready to listen.
I'm finally breaking my combinations. Cleaned out my professionals, isolated myself from social influences, de-numbified and de-drugged, took control of my healthcare, took control of my life, de-perfectionated... re-educated myself and took some guilt and anger off my plate. It was definitely a mistake to go gonzo with hospital insurance as a minor and drug it up. I needed to deal with my problems, controlling and toxic personalities that were in my life. People that wouldn't take no for an answer and were never satisfied. Been kicked around too long.
Some people were desperate for me to have bipolar. Because it avoids all responsibility. It puts the blame on the genetics and the drugs. Not on the relationships and the miseducation where it belongs. DID truly is a social problem. It's all about façades and lies and bad combinations. It's about a lack of communication. And it leads to things like not being able to maintain employment, unstable relationships, dysregulation, and risky behavior. And Hospitals have trouble unwinding that kind of stuff because you've got to treat the whole problem, not just part of it. And sometimes the world does not want to change, no matter how much an individual wants to change.
So, I've been making it excruciatingly obvious to the people around me what's not ok. Little by little. And I've cut them out and I'm waiting to see if they change. So that I can consider whether to let them back in. Again, 2 comas. It's been enough.
The quiet life can be quite nice. Less keeping up with the joneses and a slower pace. If I can keep improving that credit score and find some healthier people to have in my life, then I'll be ok.