
Chronicillness
Experienced
- Jun 19, 2018
- 236
I've hit a catastrophic nadir with my mental state.
My body is a real life fleshy and soulless marionette that is held upright artificially and kept alive by sadistic operators who are chronicling my extreme torture so that they can craft a record-breaking gory and hellish grand finale for them to please themselves to. It reads like hyperbole, I know, but I can't even take a shit, or piss into a toilet bowl without FEELING that there's someone watching me. I can FEEL the CONTOURS of entities that aren't visible. This feels REAL to me.
I practically fall asleep with my eyes open, constantly surveilling the darkness of my room for aliens and evil. Then I pass out from extreme exhaustion only to wake up gasping for air an hour later because my brain stem is being compressed by my unstable and compromised cranio-cervical junction.
I start my day, each day, with newly acquired brain damage, because of the fact that I am drowning in my sleep and my lagging brain jolts itself back into conscious reality only when it's near-death. I've woken up WITHOUT VISION multiple times before. I probably look like a fish that's been ripped from the ocean, using all of its explosive power to launch itself back into a breathable medium when I catapult out of my bed with the worst apneic shock imaginable; my face full of primal fear trying to catch a fucking breath.
The physical symptoms I have make me feel completely unsafe and the psychological torture is tantamount to having someone follow me around with a gun's cold metallic barrel kissing the back of my head, and their finger massaging the trigger, all the while they're constantly sliding the rack back 100s of times a day and then saying to me over and over "I'M GONNA FUCKING SHOOT!" while pushing me in the direction they want me to go with the barrel of their gun, leading me around my small condo in circles all day long while in a panicked frenzy.
I can't even get in the shower without worrying that hot lava might start spitting out of the shower head. Every benign and soothing ritual has now become bewitched with the intent to kill/harm by my mind's complete inability to process "safe" things as "safe."
PHYSICAL symptoms warped my psyche to this degree and I have no idea how my mind & body haven't already been completely forfeited to the inescapable chambers of psychosis. My body is constantly sending alarms of impending doom and I brace onto something and cower in response to these alarms all day long. Literally. Fight or flight 24/7. It's embarrassing to admit that I feel this infantilized and helpless.
I feel the terror so intensely and I would DO ANYTHING to make this stop.
My body is a real life fleshy and soulless marionette that is held upright artificially and kept alive by sadistic operators who are chronicling my extreme torture so that they can craft a record-breaking gory and hellish grand finale for them to please themselves to. It reads like hyperbole, I know, but I can't even take a shit, or piss into a toilet bowl without FEELING that there's someone watching me. I can FEEL the CONTOURS of entities that aren't visible. This feels REAL to me.
I practically fall asleep with my eyes open, constantly surveilling the darkness of my room for aliens and evil. Then I pass out from extreme exhaustion only to wake up gasping for air an hour later because my brain stem is being compressed by my unstable and compromised cranio-cervical junction.
I start my day, each day, with newly acquired brain damage, because of the fact that I am drowning in my sleep and my lagging brain jolts itself back into conscious reality only when it's near-death. I've woken up WITHOUT VISION multiple times before. I probably look like a fish that's been ripped from the ocean, using all of its explosive power to launch itself back into a breathable medium when I catapult out of my bed with the worst apneic shock imaginable; my face full of primal fear trying to catch a fucking breath.
The physical symptoms I have make me feel completely unsafe and the psychological torture is tantamount to having someone follow me around with a gun's cold metallic barrel kissing the back of my head, and their finger massaging the trigger, all the while they're constantly sliding the rack back 100s of times a day and then saying to me over and over "I'M GONNA FUCKING SHOOT!" while pushing me in the direction they want me to go with the barrel of their gun, leading me around my small condo in circles all day long while in a panicked frenzy.
I can't even get in the shower without worrying that hot lava might start spitting out of the shower head. Every benign and soothing ritual has now become bewitched with the intent to kill/harm by my mind's complete inability to process "safe" things as "safe."
PHYSICAL symptoms warped my psyche to this degree and I have no idea how my mind & body haven't already been completely forfeited to the inescapable chambers of psychosis. My body is constantly sending alarms of impending doom and I brace onto something and cower in response to these alarms all day long. Literally. Fight or flight 24/7. It's embarrassing to admit that I feel this infantilized and helpless.
I feel the terror so intensely and I would DO ANYTHING to make this stop.