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What I do to make myself well….

For some time now, I have made myself well, by not trying to decipher bird’s tweets, as I can do this on the odd occasion. But it is normally just the same old stuff that is deciphered. Before becoming unwell I used to have a job that I sometimes despised on some occasions about it raining or snowing. My main role was mainly outdoor work. But this was a routine that I had become so enthused about when working.

Then for some apparent reason, I started to hear voices, that were not my own. This was because I had a crush on someone from years ago, that rekindled my love for life, I then started to read in-depth into things, that were not real, and this then took it to another level when trying to talk, or convey something that would never be.

I then started to think illogically and seeing a post about a song from a friend, put me into guilty mode and thought that my life was in danger.

I then had to go to work with knowing this and before I did, I spoke gibberish online, so a colleague noticed and told one of the bosses. They then asked me some questions and went with me to my outdoor work, when I was being paranoid they then proceeded to notify my mother where they were going to be taking me.

This was the hospital. I had to wait until being seen too, and by then my mother had come and consoled me that I would be well once I get seen too. The only bad thing that came about this is that my stay would be in an area unbeknown to me. And it was an hour’s drive to my stay.

After my stay there, I was brought back to an area I knew best, as I escaped the defences of the electronic doors, but somebody helped me get back, as I had no money or knew where I was.

It was a further 2 weeks stay in hospital.

This was over ten years ago and I sometimes still live the day that I was taken in.

Since then I have been in three more times due to ill health, yet some information is random in which I had stayed. I was having a breakdown once every two years until I was placed on some medication that I had to have in an injected form, but bi-weekly. This then resulted in me being hospitalised after 3 years on those injections, so I had broken my duck every two years by one year over.

There was a reason why I had been hospitalised and to me is that I was due my injection a day then 2 and 3 days before it was due. I was also agitated when trying to watch a film, as I would stand and tap my shoes from foot to foot.

Now that I have asked when getting a new injection to have it weekly, my care provider can then see me regularly, and they can then be notified of any changes in my moods.

I have also had to have the dosage reduced twice since being on it. This was due to Vacant Staring and Exessive Saliva when sleeping.

It now has been over several years since being hospitalised.

See Battle, Never Wins.

If you’re feeling combative and are looking for a fight, remember that you will never win. Instead, you’ll only lose your soul to demons that have long been on the prowl. These demons freely roam the earth and other celestial bodies with life, seeking to capture your essence and offer you three wishes.

They cannot be defeated but lived with, as the old saying goes, listen carefully to your thoughts, but never act on what is said.

The only way to defeat a demon is to consistently engage with others and express your inner feelings. It may be challenging to propose such actions initially, but by doing so, you can thwart the influence of the demon. The demon will always linger, but its impact will be limited.

Demon, Demon on the prowl looking for others to give a ghost, Demon, Demon, how can this be, searching for answers you will never seek my essence, Demon, Demon, play to thee, a hatchling came with honey and glee, get out of my youngsters mind, play your wars with intrepid thoughts, never to seek out any more or less, Demon Demon, You tried to take my life alone, now you seek more info from times before. Demon, Demon, from under the tree, I am glad I can say to thee, Angel from up above, touched my demon and granted null, now I hear and see nothing more than dust itself, Living once more my life is my own,

Heavens open for a beautiful morning in the light of day, I fought my demon on the eve of night.

Whenever I get the itch

Jumping back in a year when all was well, Jumping forward when you know and have knowledge from past virtues. Jedi Knight is steeping from the gasses that are the endorphins of the mind, Whispering asperation from a bygone age.

We all know how this will end, but following a rabbit to the cave of doom, It senses me, and I must retract my mood, for all I see is the itch that came before I wrote this.

Whimpering for a notion that all is well, finding logic from my past beliefs that the one I love has ceased to embark on a love that was thought to be right. Nonsense is now the key to living my life and getting rid of this TV. Dogs before and after, I decree that if I love another, I will never be free from heartache.

As a life span is small and minuscule, I want a dog that lasts forever but never outlives its owner.

Medling Wombits

Know who to go to, know what is right, you will find a wombit at the end of this line. You may not know when you go, but for those that might, they may find. Knowing is key to love and conquer, but don’t despair in love and war, a feeling of gratitude leaves those behind. Needing the time apart in the overall state of flux.

Maybe tomorrow another course of bewilderment in this thing we call life.

Gummy = My Life!

How would you listen to a life story that was not your own? Would you spend time and hear what was said, or would you walk away?

Ponder a life known by many and ponder your own in a life meant to be in the learning of life. Then, consider some more.

If you are somebody who likes not to learn, then I decree that you are an entity that is just a lossless soul wandering around the universe for something that is not your own creation or life story.

Subliminal vs Ordinary

How is it that when you are ordinary and have never had a lapse of thinking, you think you are unstoppable once you do?

But sometimes, this is just a confusion of your inner beliefs about the world around you. You will then start to think about ways the world will be better off without the evil that is money.

Because everyone knows about money and what it can do for you or what you can do for it, there will come a time when there is no money, and everything will become free, to a certain extent.

But being sublime means that once you have reached this state in your thinking, you would never like to go out of it. But it is a bad thing that can happen, as you may think you could walk on water. And if you cannot swim, this would be dangerous.

If you think you can be sublime, your chakra needs to be closed.

In The Valley Of Doubt

When you are petite and growing up, you have doubts about everything in your life. This is just a reaction that is primordial. It just makes you think about whether you could and should do something.

In the valley of doubt, I walk, I walk, and I stop and think under no conditions. It is just allas that I would trigger my inner emotions from the confines of my mind. We, just as one, are willing to give everything ago. But doubt sets in, and we are unable to think logically.

Once in the valley of doubt, we walk, we walk, but we only walk so far, knowing that we may fail. It only takes a second to reconvene our inner emotions to think that if we fail, we can try again.

Just as it was when we were doing our daily chores to do extensive research on a topic unknown, we reached out into the vast void of wonder and gained a semblance of what should be. Just as it was, we navigated to our ruled lines and wrote the prosthesis of our accolade.

Doomed are we to find if our whole life is just a lesson to be learned, and vast swathes of emotion come out and we cry? Knowing that in all modesty, we have reached the pinnacle of life. That we then shout, I have done it.

Bewildering Experience.

From those in the know about mental health, it comes to no surprise that if you have any immediate family suffering with this then it is likely it has been passed down to you.

But for those with relapses in mental state and no immediate family with this. Then you are likely to have a Paranoia and it derived from one of your ancestors.

Many moons ago you would have been locked up in a mental asylum for being erratic in your notions. Just because people did not know or seen anyone with this

Thank god we can share our thoughts today with health care professionals and the like.

Talk to your family if you think you are under the influence of having a relapse.

.As they are likely to understand what you are going through.

When we are travelling vs Staying put.

When you stay home, and it is cold outside, would you go to the shops and purchase food for dinner? Or, if you are like me, go onto an app and search for food to be delivered.

One way to alleviate stress would be to walk somewhere, where you would finish by returning to where you reside.

It is known that throughout history, the human condition expelled those who could not walk much distance, and helped them with a walking aid.

Soar like a daemon.

Birds soar through the night sky, destination unknown, but what gives when daemons roam? Down through the juneberry bush, birds feast for minutes, not hours. Once again, soaring through a wintery day, just like old times when Saint Nic came and guided them to the North Pole. Only feathers for heat and not a white dove were seen in the blizzards of day and night.

We will have turkey, not chicken, on this fine day, just like when geese flew off and down to the Mediterranean Sea. As they did not want to be as cold as him.

Then a daemon came and blew away that nasty chirp that angels knew. Along came Gabriel and cast away the daemon’s blue. He knew it was just a phantom, but still, he flew. When he gave up, all hell was loose.

The only way to save self was to name this ungodly creature Halloween night and make an ending that was just right.