Edge of insanity: for real

[Stout]

I am concerned. My mind is still sensitive. I don't want to be railroaded into the skool yard again, or shortshifted into the industrial ward system again. Because the world is bad.

[tyme]

Hey @Stout ,

Hearing how cloudy things are at the moment. What do you think will be helpful for you at the moment?

[Stout]

Yes correct @tyme 

Right now it's the couch, camomile tea and the new meds I forgot this morning. Quit the day and watch/listen to Sky News tv. Eat and sleep when it comes. I might today be experiencing another medical discovery. I might need these meds. Suprise for stout in 24hours.

[tyme]

Nice! I like all those strats! @Stout 

I wouldn't mind doing the same!

[Stout]

Thanks for taking an interest in me @tyme 

It seems I need the anti depresssnts now. After the total horror I have endured I noticed yesterday a feeling of otherworldlynes. Like being in a strange place. The damage the ward system does is unbelievable. I'm worried I won't fully recover and forget it all.

It seems that the etals won't talk to me because I am on the mental health register. Nothing we say or do is admissible in the court of public perception. We are all of concern to the State. They just wait to pounce.

Later today I will know what happened for sure yesterday. I've experienced it before but at the moment I'm worried age and extreme adversity has taken its toll.

I am concerned.

[Stout]

The Mental Health Register it seems is a platform for criminalisation - mind as well as body.

[Stout]

Anyway the past ten years have been an empty dangerous frightful loss. I have faced fear and danger alone. Been subjected to the most egregious. Faced loss and greif and shock. Been made homeless a lot and ignored like an uncitizen. Been subjected to forced in cell.

Oh well, spose I that's the way life is for a person with minor mental health excuses. High five by two.

[Stout]

So as a loner and when next society or psychiatrists decide to go to town on me, I'm not sure I'll survive onslaught. If it wasn't for accidentally finding support workers six months ago, I might not be here now. My life has been a lonely one, and I've never known love, only an acquaintance. The State these days is cold and brutal when it gets its hackles up. It assails, then ignores. There is little space for people who can't function properly. The medical industrial complex tries to forge better people. If we don't cut it, to bad. My SWs can probably be credited with saving my life. Not that I care anymore. When you've been subjected to State warfare, there is little will left to go on. The MIC, like any machine, grinds people to mush. And then walks of. The State to. My burden now is massive and propelled. My SWs are the greatest. And the manufactured mental health history dooms me. The only thing that stood between me and deth was my new SWs. I was pasty faced there for awhile.

[Stout]

Recently when I was captive of the industrial ward system I was terrified. I witnessed a brutal orderly profess zero tolerance as he charged about sedating people. I witnessed Psychiatrists cherry picking victims. I witnessed a woman getting a black eye. The Psychiatrists prepared their war experiments for me, so I bolted. I was later told by one- There'll be no escape!.

If you think the MHI is kind and merciful you'd be wrong.

[Stout]

Recently I was hunted, surrounded, threatened with sedation, taken against my will, pounced upon, restrained on the trolley, secluded, injected, held for a time, threatens with total and permanent injection, hauled before the MHT, and made homeless.

State warfare.

I'm going to the cafe now, as I always hope to do.