OMNICELL's Blog

by **OMNICELL** on Sun Dec 11, 2011 10:52 pm

Sometimes its better to get attention, even from abusive people then to be alone. Thats what Im working on looking at... It used to be that way years ago. Its better now. Im slowly learning to walk away.. And abuse can be subtle and very under the table quite.

Ive heard it said " what people think of me is none of my business". I would agree. However, they make it really hard to leave me be that I may not care about what they think of me. Or they would like me to notice if they are thinking about me,. Control by others is a fascinating thing. They will try anything to get noticed, noticed by my eyes, noticed by my hearing.. they will walk into my presence to get noticed. noticed for their pleasure,. not mine. This can be very hard on me when I all I am trying to do is get recovery. Im not in need to be noticed as much. Id rather be accepted and loved and have real people that I can feel safe around. I don't trust people with the characteristics that I just mentioned above. Yet, I seem to attract them. The zombies are everywhere and their not very smart. Yet, now that I think about it, Neither am I if Im allowing them into my personal space, My eye space and my head space.

So,

Im the victim that is allowing all of this.. Kinda, sorta, maybe,.,?

The problem is , I want to be loved and accepted and treated fairly. I want to be saved, tak'n care of. I want friends that I can trust and be safe around. I forget that although Im needy, theirs only a few out of the group that I may relate with me. Others are smiling and happy, this doesn't make them friend material for me. I may need to be around select people that I may feel safe.

I send out " Im a victim , please save me signals". This attracts every opportunist predator out of the group. They are looking to get theirs at my expense, then I turn around and blame them for being attracted to me. I was calling them over because of my body language and who knows what else.

Its hard. Hard to say no to people that want to give me attention. The child in me wants to go play with them.. The adult cant allow it. The adult realizes the people I want to play with are sick and they are not playing with me for honest reasons, deep down they are haters that want to get back at the world. Hurt people that are trying to get their pain justified. This is the last type of person I need in my life at the present. Im way to sensitive for that. I am stupid when it comes to people. I think we are all 12 years old, and we all want to go out and play marbles in the grass. Wrong. will I ever learn. Im learning. Learning to let go of the childhood fantasy bond. At least the part that is not working anymore.

The PTSD blinds me and keeps me from responding when I need to to keep these people away, and screen or filter the right people in. Its all hard work. ITs worth it. ITs all so confusing..

by **OMNICELL** on Tue Dec 06, 2011 7:32 pm

At my worst. It was not possible but to be dead/ I was dead walking around. I was a CPTSD coffin with no connection to the outside world walking around. I was an agoraphobic repressed highly clinically depressed Psychotic walking coffin.

Several years of intense therapy on the right subject has allowed me to get better. However, Like a tank I drive strait into the battle field, I get slaughtered, go home, learn from the blinding trauma experience and try to head out the next day if I can to learn more. I learn from the ground up. From the ground to the lowest simplest innocent me their is no one attacking. They all attack at lofty levels. So the ground is a safer place to look up at everything and make an inventory of whats going on. My body and mind are upright, and appear to be in the air. Secretly part of me is hiding on the ground looking up to gather new info about this world.

This is practicing. Im going out into the world to gather new information about the world, I take it back beyond my walls and analyze it and try to make sense out of the world I am in.. Once this is done I assess whether the world is a safe place or not to start giving out bits and pieces of myself...

The rest of the world doesn't know. I love to call people dumb in my head. Their all dumb. So dumb its beyond my human experience up to this point in this life to be around them. At-least this level of dumb.

Its all to much..

I have no idea

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I was telling a friend of mine, The only way to survive down here is with God. And God help those to young to understand any of this yet that are destroyed because of Evil. It was no fault of their own. They never had a chance. So many of them destroyed... So many...

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An evil world wants to keep up pretenses in order to look like , act like, be worshiped, like Gods. People will die for this, Kill for this, Rape and murder and abandon for this. Its like a race to see who can destroy the most good in order to get their fathers praise from below. He is the father of lies, and it is him they worship. It is him they give their whole selves to. They love the hell their father lives in. They love the hell they bring up from the earths twisted volcanic natures. However, I have more respect for the natural conclusions of biological, Anthropological,and geological law, then the unnatural law. The state of Satan-hood and those who are willing to die for him and his whole way of life...

Evil is nothing to play with. Those who want to destroy my soul want me in hell with them. They will kill,maim, and destroy to do his biding, just to get praise from their evil father.

A lot of mental illness comes from the prolonged and agonizing torturous exposers of decent people to this kind of Human-inhuman creature. This creature is in my family, my next door neighbor, the grocery-man down the street. The bus driver, the priest the judge, the school teacher. Its all of the above , when one loves darkness more then light all hell will be produced on earth... Their will be no " good will towards man". Not until evil is stopped...

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I am judged most of the time in one way or another. Im never asked questions by anyone it seems. Not that I know a lot of people. I don't. Im one of those people that gets respect from people at first, then it starts to go a way. My mind is full of PTSD and I don't tolerate people or their evil. When someone can see this in me. See that I don't tolerate evil, They try controlling, stopping or burring me in one form or another.

Its to hard on Peoples Egos to know me. I have to try to seek realness or I die. I have to have God with me all the time or I die. ITs that simple.
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by **OMNICELL** on Mon Dec 05, 2011 5:42 am

Got judged right out of my church. It was a great church. It supplied many things for me. However, the people are getting or staying mean. When I had more walls up. Walls within walls within walls. It didn't matter. I didn't care where I was. I was just learning how to show up. As I got slowly better no one else did. Maybe a few people. The point is that as I got better other people continued to judge me. They did not understand me. Or why I was what I was. Or why I wasn't working, or more importantly, why wasn't l like them. I know churches are judgmental places. IT true. However the judging gets mean. The people get mean. Theirs a sense they wanted me out, that I wasn't one of them.
I played piano and drums at that church in off hours. It allowed me to get back into my music again with Gods help. I am deeply thankful for that. But to who. To the people in the church or God.

My wave length, Their wave length, didn't fit.. Now that Im getting better, Im trying to see things without the fantasy bond. Trying to see the people the way they are. That is what counts. Nothing else.

I have to leave and find nice people to be around. I will not be around people that are prejudice. That is what is going on here. Im getting cold thrown at me. A cold stare, a cold attitude. A cold interest.
I have to leave.

Work: People think Im lazy or different. That is why I don't work. The truth is I don't have the heart to tell them all that happened to me or why Im in there small town. And I really don't wanted to be reminded of it. Most of my life was destroyed, and I never planed on it or wanted it that way. I wanted relationships with people, family , and friends. That is not what happened. Most of my life was erased, and I really don't want to look at it or deal with it. Not in a public place around public people. Its to painful. Why would I want all of that sorrow thrown down on me, all at once on an abrupt moment in the middle of a public place. In addition to that, its coming from every angle, every person in a specific group in a specific setting... Like getting the cold shoulder from everyone. Like being a scapegoat, but worse. Like being the town scoundrel or the church scoundrel in the group. Or the church loafer or pan handler.

I sang a song at church today. No one was impressed, instead they gave me these looks like : get out of our church pan handler"..."loser" "Freeloader" Nice place..!!!

Its time to leave. I...

by **OMNICELL** on Sun Dec 04, 2011 1:08 pm

Im not sure what title to use. I guess it doesn't matter. ITs all the same. Im heading in the same direction. "OUT THIER"

Im just rambling about anxieties. Would be nice to create blogs here that are private...

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What am going out their for. To who. For what. I suppose its the light. Its calling out their again. Meaning God. Or Gods healing direction.

Im a 6 year old with battle fatigue. My mind is over full of PTSD. Everything is playing like a thousand records all at the same time. Theirs more going on in my head then in reality. Any yet, Im suppose to use this brain for a purpose, as its being consumed by the wars in my head that no one gets out alive.

Back to the world. A beat'n brutalized -destroyed 6 year old is told to come back to " THIS WORLD". Just the anxieties are enough to kill 50 horseman.

Im a small child confused by war. By the psychological torture of to many lives. I stay in my cave now and don't know of the outside world. Deeply, Im protected in my cave. Yet , it is not enough. But to go through the PTSD is impossible. It rages like a battle hardened field of tanks that have no time to think or stop or act. All they can do is fight. Fight in motion to survive. Like dancers fighting within the nature of opposing ideologies. Ideas. one more chance. only one chance or we die... No time to think. No time. Must move, look and move. stay low. Sounds all around. To much... To much. To much..

The 6 year old is gun shy. To many whips to the head. Whips can be of many colors. No more rooms to hide in. Reality has broken all the windows and the orbs are coming in... So exhausted. no time to feel anything except the final choice. Even feelings have become compartmentalized with in their own box. Boxes within without boxes. A political arena has been set up just for those boxes. That they may work with each other without knowing each other. Cant fight back. Theirs a bigger monster. Must keep up appearances.

And the betrayers new what they were doing. This is the unfortunate state of people like myself that this has befall'n upon... One can never see past the field of Electricity. The fences that are always on. Miles of fences, rows of guillotines and skeletons. One after the other. To many. To many.

The incense question,? why I should go forward into the same place that causes death. Why would I believe this again. To be. To be out in this. Why. What for. Why would I believe this.... I know what is out their. Why would I go out into that again.. Their is nothing out their except the Orb. nothing more. Their are no humans. Nothing is real...

To bring a batter child back out to a battered world. "What for!?... For What !?!@ '

Yet that is the idea. To find one more free box of safety within reality... I guess theirs a teenager in me that wants out, that is willing to go through or by pass the PTSD and try to head forward. The problem is; When the teenager opens the door to LA lA land. Nothing is as it remains. Nothing remains the same. IT is of different place, different times. All dreams are gone. No one knows me. Im in a different place. All the lies and cheats have won... They set me up. They pulled the curtain....

To be humiliated and hated for no reason.. That is the true nature of the world. I cant live a lie. I cant live here. I cant live alone.. Im doing the work while others are giving the philosophy... While others are giving the orders..

no one really wants to help. No one. Its all a lie... They would rather not get involved. They would rather play a game. And control and play me along with it. A game of chess. That is all that this seems. Im a child walking outside. I never knew I was in the middle of a chess match and I was one of the pawns being pawned. I never gave them...

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by **OMNICELL** on Thu Dec 01, 2011 11:35 pm

These blogs are interesting to write. The last one had allot of suicide stuff in it. I hope thats OK. Im not used to writing like that in public. Hmmm... I guess this is the place for it.

I do well when I feel secure. I do not do well when I don't feel secure. I am an artist type. Great for abstract thinking. Horrible for paying the bills and getting off the streets. Reality is way to much for me. I stop processing anything and freeze. I find reality despicable. A horrible place. I simply cant live in it. I cant live in it anymore then a person working on a fishing boat in Alaska that falls in the water can live. He will not live more then 5 minutes in that cold barring Sea. I cant live more then 5 minutes in a lost reality outside.

I feel secure when Im on the computer writing late at night. I don't feel secure eating something while looking out the window at a Safeway store in the middle of the day. Siting with a friend , we were eating something from a counter inside a Safeway store. I felt horrible. Like I had no walls around me. I felt like I was a looser and a bum. Of interest to know one. Like I had no status of any kind. We were looking out of the big window on to the parking lot. I felt like a nowhere man.
Inside my apartment I don't feel that way. It is safer in my apartment.
When Im at church Im who ever the people around me want me to be. Who ever they would like me to be. What ever box they want to put me in...

When Im outside I don't feel like Im worth much. Just a guy riding a bike like a 13 year old.
In my little world in my head Im someone. In my head. However, the outside world does not seem to notice me or want me. I suppose Im not the only person that goes through this. Its horrible. This is a mean mean place for me, this reality.. I am able to see the negative. Never the positive.

People at times want something from me. They don't want to be friends with me. Its all about performance. They don't seem to want a personal relationship with me.. I suppose its because I don't have money. Im assuming its that simple. The rest of me goes unnoticed.

The anxiety levels get high when Im outside. Theirs no walls to protect me. And I don't feel like I belong to anyone or anything. Nothing....

Theirs just so much dehumanization I can go through in my life. It seems , all life has been dehumanizing to me. I have lost all friend that I can remember. They were about performance. I had mental problems that no one cared about. Meaning I was not important enough to anyone to ask what was wrong. I was just thrown away....

I am not connected to the outside world or anyone in it. If Im out their to long I disassociate.

What people think of me..!!

Practicing in an Evil world

judging

Trusting God

Being outside

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