Mental Health Reflection on Pyschosis
I eat and drink a strange form of stress each day. The fear is reality kicking in…Sickness is coming, Suffering in virtue. Suffering in folly. Here in lies the rub. No matter what I do or say, no matter what I become, no matter the purity of my heart, I will be sick most everyday of my life. Not true? True enough? Choices every moment. Choices every day. Choice amidst sobering and crushing reality. The misery is hushed by phenomena. Pain so intense, strange joy bubbles. The thick percolation of misery produces tears laced with ecstatic joy, delivered with the force of giant waves. These experiences cause many to miss the psychiatric hospital and wild psychosis and so do I before I come to my senses realizing the tragedy of it all. Psychotic grief is addicting. This phenomenal emotional rush offers low hanging fruit, ripe for the picking. I find health in the consummation of this tragic remedy, but disease in the realm of normalcy. Best to find health elsewhere rather than fruits of psychosis.( Link to Rediscover Peace and Purpose: One Quote at a Time - on Kindle - below
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