One day I sat in my room, I stumbled upon Descartes famous saying; 'I think therefore I am', Upon reading into this, I decided to try testing my own hold of reality by questioning every assumption in a meditative manner; Why this thought? Why that one? Why do I think? Why not just accept that I do not truly know anything. To claim to truly know something is to disregard a lack of fundamental understanding of said thing.
I've always been a bit odd, I have always felt like I can understand things very easily, I am a fast learner. Why odd? you might ask. Oh yeah, the 'bad' thought, you see once I thought I had Asperger's, perhaps that's why I feel so $#%^ all the time, perhaps that's why no one could feel my pain.
Mental illness? What is a mental Illness? A label for something someone does wrong? This makes me angry you see, our reality is built on language and the second you label yourself with a word you become that word.
Here's the logic through and through;
"Hey Dr, my son has $#%^ handwriting"
"ehem, well he's dyslexic" problem solved...
"Hey Johnny, Why can't you learn to write?"
"It's okay, I'm dyslexic..."
I do not doubt that someone might lack the ability to write but we live in a world where labels are flung around as a way to 'solve problems'. Perhaps little Johnny just needed practice. See, what we forget is that our bodies come first, thoughts are second best.
So I hold some controversial opinions and I am being legally forced to take olanzapine because I apparently cannot see my own problem. We live in a society where we have to 'pay' for our emotions. Hello lying ######6 psychiatrist, how much would it cost me to have you convince me the world isn't going to the dogs?
Why is it that people feel like their problems are for paid psychiatrists, isn't that what friends are for?
Here is the biggest lie that ruins lives.
Depression is a chemical imbalance, it's genetic.
You have depression because you aren't happy with something, someone might just be screwing you over, here buy some anti depressants...
See it's not that I don't empathise with people it's that I see sadness everywhere I look and I feel it so strongly that it cripples me socially, we're all scared of our own problems. Scared to talk to one an other about real issues. Too deep? Where's the asshole who said that?
I am scared because I am being legally forced to take drugs that will destroy my mind and I am very ######6 angry about it. Angry? You must be psychotic, here take more...