Sundayafternoon
Cosmic panic
- May 18, 2018
- 394
A Brave New World. This Perfect Day. The giver. The wanting seed. 1984. The World Inside.
And countless other novels and movies that depict one or a group of ones that realize something is not right with the world they live in.
They may start to ask questions, challenge the establishment, isolate themselves, or attempt to escape. No matter how they react, society or the powers at be, immediately label the detractors as "sick".
Time to up those treatments! Or lock your ass up because you're a danger to yourself and no one wants to deal with your negativity.
I'm clumsy. I'm always a danger to myself!
Now there's the new push for "mental health" awareness. With no real conversation around what constitutes as a mental illness and what causes it.
I tell the doctor, i don't feel particularly sad, just frustrated and disinterested. I'm not having a good time, I've never had a good time and i just want to go.
"Well Sunday, that's depression. Let me help you. I'll write a new script for these pills, taper you off those pills and increase the dosage on this pill! See you in 3 months! Uhm, you did give Karen your copay, right? We care about you and want you around for a long time! "
Don't get me wrong. I believe the the drugs do something to your brain chemistry and perception. I mean, they're Goddamn drugs! When that Adderral hits, i just might call someone to say 'hi'. I feel good.
However, for all the understanding of how the pills work, they'd be performing the same, if not a better service by simply buying me a bottle of damn vodka! Things don't look that bad either when I'm drunk
I've been told for sooo many years I'm depressed. I'm the problem. I'm not trying hard enough. I'm stuck in the past. It's my fault I hate life.
They want to make us victims and pump us full of their drugs so we'll keep going to work or whatever else they claim we owe society.
Maybe I'm not sick. Maybe, my lack of will to clean and cook or give a shit is due to being held captive. Maybe i cry because i don't understand what's going on, i don't like it here and it's not very easy or painless to get out. I'm angry at being forced to participate.
I might be a little anxious and not so trusting after a childhood of abuse neglect, deaths and abandonment.
I could sometimes feel lonely and persistently isolated because i haven't experienced anything close to a family life since i was 12 or because everyone around me is carrying on like this shit makes sense and im insane.
They say I'm depressed. But, why can't a bitch just be tired.
And countless other novels and movies that depict one or a group of ones that realize something is not right with the world they live in.
They may start to ask questions, challenge the establishment, isolate themselves, or attempt to escape. No matter how they react, society or the powers at be, immediately label the detractors as "sick".
Time to up those treatments! Or lock your ass up because you're a danger to yourself and no one wants to deal with your negativity.
I'm clumsy. I'm always a danger to myself!
Now there's the new push for "mental health" awareness. With no real conversation around what constitutes as a mental illness and what causes it.
I tell the doctor, i don't feel particularly sad, just frustrated and disinterested. I'm not having a good time, I've never had a good time and i just want to go.
"Well Sunday, that's depression. Let me help you. I'll write a new script for these pills, taper you off those pills and increase the dosage on this pill! See you in 3 months! Uhm, you did give Karen your copay, right? We care about you and want you around for a long time! "
Don't get me wrong. I believe the the drugs do something to your brain chemistry and perception. I mean, they're Goddamn drugs! When that Adderral hits, i just might call someone to say 'hi'. I feel good.
However, for all the understanding of how the pills work, they'd be performing the same, if not a better service by simply buying me a bottle of damn vodka! Things don't look that bad either when I'm drunk
I've been told for sooo many years I'm depressed. I'm the problem. I'm not trying hard enough. I'm stuck in the past. It's my fault I hate life.
They want to make us victims and pump us full of their drugs so we'll keep going to work or whatever else they claim we owe society.
Maybe I'm not sick. Maybe, my lack of will to clean and cook or give a shit is due to being held captive. Maybe i cry because i don't understand what's going on, i don't like it here and it's not very easy or painless to get out. I'm angry at being forced to participate.
I might be a little anxious and not so trusting after a childhood of abuse neglect, deaths and abandonment.
I could sometimes feel lonely and persistently isolated because i haven't experienced anything close to a family life since i was 12 or because everyone around me is carrying on like this shit makes sense and im insane.
They say I'm depressed. But, why can't a bitch just be tired.