I’ve lost a lot of friends this year.
friends and family.
People who I thought would be by my side till the day I died.
but I haven’t lost Jesus. God has been with me every step of the way through my four psychiatric hospitalizations - three at Woodridge one in Knoxville that was even worse than Woodridge. Then I fractured my nose and still haven’t seen a plastic surgeon and in the regular hospital numerous times.
And then I got arrested for a crime I didn’t commit. I get it. They thought I was stealing a car but house keys don’t start cars and come Monday this will all be over with.
thank you for the ones that have been there for me and fuck you to the ones who haven’t
I’m tired of being judged, mocked, and made fun of.
Even my own sister doesn’t understand me and she’s a goddamn doctor. Thank God she’s not a psychiatrist or psychologist. I think she skipped learning about schizoaffective disorder and borderline personality disorder, and bipolar disorder type one with psychosis.
My parents cut me off of their money because they said I made bad decisions this year. They have no idea the hell I’ve been through and what living with multiple mental illnesses is like. I’m newly diagnosed with schizoaffective disorder so that has been hard . So they have lost a daughter because I refuse to be controlled by them. They try to micromanage my life and they’re in their mid 80s. I know it’s awful to say, but I look forward to the day they go on to Beulah Land.
so if you see me in public and I don’t speak, I recognize you. I’m not crazy. Well I am crazy but I take medication daily
if I see you and I don’t speak just like Cardi B says that means I don’t fuck with you so kindly fuck off. This is my PSA of the day.
