A new journal was procured from the bowels of the resource room on North 5. God Bless Emerson Hospital.
This week abounded with thrills and spills, making even the most valiant hearts sputter. But amongst the voices whispering, and the pictures of blood and gore spilling from my brain, there was a golden light called mania. I have psychotic symptoms, but I'm really happy about them! Put that in your pipe and smoke it, psych issues!
I sit gracefully poised in a Monty Python t-shirt and yoga pants, a BIC pen and a Styrofoam cup of decaf coffee to light my way. I feel that I can climb mountains, conquer nations, and create world peace. Of course, the working part of my psyche reminds me that the mountains are a load of laundry to be done, the nations are showers without interruption, and world peace is a meal without an altercation breaking out between an alcoholic with trust issues and a bipolar girl who can't stop talking.
And so we keep traveling our roads, running parallel at close proximity. Each carries a pike to keep the monsters at bay, riding a blind horse. We each pray that this steed has been here before, and already knows their way. For we know those "woods are lovely, dark and deep", and we are trying so hard to remember our promises.
This week abounded with thrills and spills, making even the most valiant hearts sputter. But amongst the voices whispering, and the pictures of blood and gore spilling from my brain, there was a golden light called mania. I have psychotic symptoms, but I'm really happy about them! Put that in your pipe and smoke it, psych issues!
I sit gracefully poised in a Monty Python t-shirt and yoga pants, a BIC pen and a Styrofoam cup of decaf coffee to light my way. I feel that I can climb mountains, conquer nations, and create world peace. Of course, the working part of my psyche reminds me that the mountains are a load of laundry to be done, the nations are showers without interruption, and world peace is a meal without an altercation breaking out between an alcoholic with trust issues and a bipolar girl who can't stop talking.
And so we keep traveling our roads, running parallel at close proximity. Each carries a pike to keep the monsters at bay, riding a blind horse. We each pray that this steed has been here before, and already knows their way. For we know those "woods are lovely, dark and deep", and we are trying so hard to remember our promises.
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