Not to be egotistical, but if someone wanted to codify some restrictions on medicalized perfection and human experimentation, I think calling it the Greener Healthcare Act would make sense. Healthcare in Greenville could certainly be Greener. Limits on what doctors can do. Especially in mental health situations. I'd like it to ban Clozaril.
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So, when I'm not doing the life stuff or playing that game (The nurses found my game play amusing), I've been thinking about how it ends. The chaos. You know, someone asked me once why I didn't sweat while working so hard in physical labor. Anger, Clozaril, Dissociation. That's how. A lack of connection to reality. Medicalized perfection. That is the chaos.
How does it end? By not idealizing each other. By engaging with reality. By not dissociating. Oh, I know some dissociators. They'll deny it till the end of their days, most likely. Most of them are doctors. But I think everyone dissociates sometimes. The brain wants to rationalize its reality. Gets overworked trying to explain things that have no reasonable explanation. Burns out. Looks like ADHD, PTSD, Borderline, Bipolar, things like that. You can deny the research. You can engage with your lies. Don't ask me to. I'm too tired and too angry. It's a multistate clusterfuck. Sometimes people just need to back off, mind their own business. Take vacation. Change jobs. Meet other people. Or there's court dates and even criminal charges at the end of the road.
I need to FOCUS on my life. On HELPING Public Health declusterfuck this. FREE of UNDUE influence. Then the government can decide the rest. They've been watching since 2020. Social Determinates of Health Screening. So it's not my problem anymore. It's the government's problem. But I really would like a judge to rule before I make any major decisions. It would give me peace of mind. Financial separation from my families. That would help. To make it stop. My own choices. Free of idealization and demonization. That would help. Because I am one person. And all I own is a disability savings. That's it. They control the rest. They lord it over me. Always have.
So if there truly aren't sides. Then the government should say stop, so we can all sit down.
We have to stop the patterns. That's where auditing coming in. Rotations. Mandatory vacations and retirements. LISTENING TO FEEDBACK. Shutting down undue influence.
I think at this point, all of Greenville county can agree on ending medicalized perfection. Because unfortunately I'd have to die before they shut me up. Not threatening patients. Not lying to them.
Anything/Everything I Own
See, I'm confident. That despite the fact that they own the house and the car, I won't be homeless. They won't threaten me. Not when there's people watching. Not when the hospitals, the FBI, Public Health, and just about the entire state of South Carolina knows pretty much everything. And I won't go back. Because I'm tired and on fewer meds like Clozaril. There's many names for my life. Fear of Harm is one. Stockholm syndrome is another. Overmedicalization is another. Undue Influence. Multistate Clusterfuck.
They'll still idealize me. They'll still push. But I need to FOCUS on REAL LIFE. Even if that means having the FBI stand between myself and my families. I need to focus on the cooking and cleaning and trying to get emotionally regulated again. So the government can work this out for good. I'm divorcing my families. Leaving the bubble. De-cultifying. As quietly as they allow me to do that. I know IMA is watching. I know there are others. They are going to see this through. Me too. Maybe less conquer the world. Maybe let the young people shine. I know my friends are watching.
I Got a Name
Like the pine trees linin' the windin' road
I've got a name, I've got a name
Like the singin' bird and the croakin' toad
I've got a name, I've got a name
And I carry it with me like my daddy did
But I'm livin' the dream that he kept hid
Movin' me down the highway
Rollin' me down the highway
Movin' ahead so life won't pass me by
Like the north wind whistlin' down the sky
I've got a song, I've got a song
Like the whirlpool whirl and the baby's cry
I've got a song, I've got a song
And I carry it with me and I sing it loud
If it gets me nowhere, I'll go there proud
Movin' me down the highway
Rollin' me down the highway
Movin' ahead so life won't pass me by
And I'm gonna go there free
Like the fool I am and I'll always be
I've got a dream, I've got a dream
They can change their minds but they can't change me
I've got a dream, I've got a dream
Oh, I know I could share it if you'd want me too
If you're going my way, I'll go with you
Movin' me down the highway
Rollin' me down the highway
Movin' ahead so life won't pass me by
Movin' me down the highway
Rollin' me down the highway
Movin' ahead so life won't pass me by
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