The Gratitude Game

Ok, now that I'm partially vented... And CCBH got theirs in too... months of harassing phone calls after the complaint I filed. But that's not why I'm careful about filing complaints or even complaining in person. Those of you who may have met me in real life may notice that I am known for politeness. There's a reason for that. Some people think it's fake. But I like to think about the good eggs. The people on the ground. Not the highflyers. The ones on the ground. They're not on TV. Their names are not well known. They are not usually rich. Not all of them work in healthcare, but many do. They tend not to flap their mouths too much, but if you're decent to them, and you have good boundaries, you can get to know a few... I keep them in my memory. I replay the things they say. Sometimes I have conversations with them. It's like being in Heaven. I think of all my people. The good eggs. We hang out. We talk. We laugh. We go to imaginary parks and skip rocks, throw frisbees... We talk about old times... I miss some of my good eggs. Many did work at MIP. Some are still there. Admins, nurses, techs... They're just people I knew. Others are from Riggs. Then many are from so many other, more real-world places like the tax office, other jobs, college, even grade school. I still remember many names. Many are still around here. Some are far away. Some are gone.

I remember when my Great Aunt died. She was one of my favorite people. She lived in Pennsylvania. I used to love to listen to her talk. She knew so many things. Had a big family. We used to visit. Sometimes go on vacation. I get lost in my mind. Those shrinks with their meds built it up like a fortress. It even has a gatekeeper. 

But in that fortress, I keep my people safe. I watch out for them. That's how accountability is difficult. So many patterns with physical symptoms and triggers and the fortress on a hill. Some people invested in that fortress. It worries them that they don't have the keys. But if it opens up too fast, the force could bowl them over. Sometimes I feel so tired. But it's all about that adrenaline. That Polyvagal business. You let those emotions out, you have the right key, the surge could bowl you over. 

Now some people, they realize, that it's all about the right words and nonverbals, taking breaks, not trying to build rome in a day. The ones without God complexes. 

See the counselor, she keeps it simple. She can talk it up. "Verbal Combat" we called it. Some people know fancy words and yet they don't have to use them. Now that's a damn good skill. Funny, the shrinks didn't teach me that. 

I don't recall off the top of my head, but my counselor is like... less then 5 feet? Take a minute to think about this one. You've got a woman less than five feet tall. maybe half my weight. As far as I'm aware, no weapons or training in self-defense, no substances or medication. No locks. No security. It's been more then five years. She doesn't have a scratch. Not from me. Just polyvagal theory and a lot of common sense and insight. Why do you think I like working with women? CUZ THEY SEE THINGS. They can see through the medical bullshit. They know it's a bunch of bullshit records. A bunch of overthinking. A bunch of theory that has little application in the real world. And yet somehow men bigger then me sometimes feel threatened. It's all in the interpretation. Word choice. Nonverbals. So many people know that and just walk around and live their lives. Others, they walk around and mouth off and then wonder why shit hits them. I've done that some. But I was taught by some of the best. 

You wanna tear people down? Become an MD. Better yet, become a shrink. Building people up takes presence and perception and patience. Not something usually found behind locked doors. Words and drugs can both break your mind. A little at a time or all at once. Trust me. Just don't trust Minipress. That shit will kill you. The Red pills. Do not take the red pills. And be careful what you listen to in Psych units. People say all kinds of moronic shit. Destroys the mind. Teaching people the wrong things South Carolina, I'm telling you... just look at me... your hospitals raised me... here I am... your Gold Star...

You know I liked IMA... but they couldn't handle South Carolina's Gold Star... oh no... But they did good. They did very good. They was the ones that flagged SDOH... they was the ones that got hardcore with nutrition... they was the ones who helped me... cuz they knew too.

The Blame Game (part one)

I'm trying to move past the anger stuff... but hearing from MIP or certain other people is not easy. Holidays can be extremely difficult. 

I got me some breakfast. Did some cleaning. But MIP and certain people got me thinking about that old blame game... so let's play...

Step right up folks! Blame is for sale! Who wants to play? In this corner, we have the mentally fucked disabled guy. In these three corners, we have the hospitals, the family, and the drugs.

Ok, let's get started. CCBH, any words?

Well maybe this here fellow is a classic psychopath. You know, the kind that goes around collecting. Yes, let's just program that in and medicate. Release into society. We'll threaten before we do it. Play mind games all day long. Till he's agitated as fuck and we get to force medicate. Then we'll release the drugged zombie, unable to function, and then when he gets off the drugs, he'll remember to sue us. Yes! Let's do it!

Interesting. McClean?

Um, no comment on South Carolina today.

Lost and Rigged?

(Crickets chirping)

Hmm....

Independent Thought

God forbid I should think for myself. Fell outta the Nazi Lockstep. Makes people angry. If this was the army, it might make more sense. But this is not army. 

So again, before anyone tries to reindoctrinate me, forced medication is bad. Toxic masculinity is very real. Bipolar is sometimes real but is overdiagnosed. Diagnosing people based on gender or your own self image is dangerous. Overlooking red flags and passing them off as psychosis or some sort of fictitious disorder and not addressing the root causes, especially in combination with incorrect medication or over medication or turning someone into a pharmacy is extremely dangerous.

Violating ethics requirements of your licensure is extremely dangerous. Life or death, permanent disability dangerous. Reported to the licensure board dangerous. Possible lawsuit dangerous. 

I just need to remind the force medicators now and then. The sick psychopaths with degrees that sit around and twist minds in thier own image. Those people. Harvard types. You know the kind. The medication trials types. NAZIs in sheep's clothing. Oh just wait. And be careful. You may look ok when they get done with you. In 20-30... you might still look ok. Your mind... that's another story. I got plenty of those. Some of them have records and witnesses.

Mother's Day

Mother's day is coming up. It will be so nice to focus on a positive theme. I feel a little less tense knowing that the force medicators have eyes on them from people as varied as not just the county and state agencies they might think they can control but also a few concerned persons from the Governor's office and the FBI. It gives me some peace of mind. Allows everyone to focus on celebrating and not insulting, threatening, demonizing, manipulating, lying, cheating, overmedicating, or otherwise causing trouble.

When people are God awful towards one another, it stresses people out. Damages the mind. Makes them anxious and angry. Bipolar like. Borderline like. PTSD like. South Carolina doesn't need that BS. 

So I want to wish everyone a fantastic mother's day. Be kind to your family. Don't force anyone to file any reports, file lawsuits, anything like that. 

To all you mothers out there, God Bless.

Arachnophobia

    Spidey kneads to take time off. Go for a crawl. Tink about life choices. Too many humans trying to step on me. Need to get leggy. Spidey sniffing some RAID on di sly. Build up immunity.

Findmine

There was a psychiatrist who did try to say something. Dr. Findmine in Atlanta.

I remember because my family didn't like him. He told them what they didn't want to hear. It wasn't a matter of just the right medication. More complicated then that. Social or environmental problems.

Medication Trials

Antipsychotics

Risperidone

Quetiapine

Haldol

Thorazine

Zyprexa

Clozapine

Rexulti 

FANAPT

Latuda

Vraylar

Abilify

Caplyta

Saphris

Mood Stabilizers 

Lithium

Depakote

Tegretol

Trileptal...

Antidepressants 

Too many to list

Anxiety

Ativan

Traxene 

Klonopin

Gabapentin

Baclophen...

Offlabel

Aricept 

Namenda

Mirapex

Amantadine

Nuvigil

Provigil...

PTSD

Minipress/Prazosin

Propranolol

Mirtazapine 

Spravato

Ketamine

Adhd

Alpha blockers

Beta blockers

Stimulants, almost every single one... long acting, short acting, adderall and methyl

The list is endless. Check the records.  The house was full of pills. Pills everywhere. Everywhere.

Thanks, 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 didn't 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... Prismo... state senators... I was nervous... I was being watched by locals either with the doctors or against, prismo, mindful, internist, vinewell, 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. To me it's 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 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, vinewell, 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 necessary, 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 don't tell me everything. They have cooperation if needed. They asked what I wanted. I said health carefree 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.

If somebody doesn't take this off my plate I'm gonna be having outbursts like Arson did. "OH GREAT, HE WANTS TO BE STUDIED". Poor Arson.

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 know 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 2.5 PPH. 24 hours a day, 10 days at a stretch. 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 heck 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 screw you to perfectionist doctors, manipulative family, gossip trees, and the inventors of clozapine. Please go screw 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? I'm not seeing funny here. My liver is almost shot. My charts a mile long. Truly. Go screw yourselves. I'm not going to rest until that shit is permanently banned. This isn't funny. 

    I'm so relieved MIP doesn't like me anymore. Place is messed up. 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 screw yourselves. Truly. It needs to be done. To-do list it. You're a freaking disaster. You numbed me out and destroyed my body with pills.

    Congratulations. Go screw yourselves again. You and your little friends. There's no hiding this GO JUMP OFF A CLIFF. TAKE YOUR CLOZARIL WITH YOU. 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 crude, he's waking up. Oh freak. He sees the truth. Oh freak, he's talking. Dammit. Where's the nearest pharmacy? darn metaphors, some people never learn.

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 heck 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 step 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. 

PriSMO 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 screw yourselves. You're not helping here. I'm tired. You guys have worn me down. I'm so sick of these damn names. PriSMO. My last name. It's such a freaking 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 FREAKING 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 screw 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 in 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 screwed over by psychiatrists addicted to their 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 numbed and walking around with their issues. That ignore their 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.