I've talked about this before. My upbringing was marred with difficulty. However, my family moved on, did better and healed. I did not.
That's all I knew.
I have a fragile, useless brain from years of absolute bullshit (school really abused me, too). https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DqUb3L1IRYA they rat us out with music. Poor kids. Check out "The Abandoning" by Love and Death if you need more clarity.
Part of the problem was that I started to lose my mind under stress, and I kept reliving bad moments in my life, and I had no control over it. When you have PTSD, you get a line of memories at once, and they tangle within one another. I ended up with a bunch of misattributed memories. I already had schizophrenia and have for a while. That confused me. I think being delusional kept me from killing myself.
Anyway, back to being blurred...
I thought Putin was my father, and then later I thought he was God, and then later we were hitched. They messed with that. Let me foot lick by myself, thanks, Marilyn Manson.
I said some things about the US in general, but I was squeaking about my issues underneath. They let the disease keep burning me and helped it along, too. They pulled meaning from my gibberish and condemned me.
Why is everything so personal?
They are only doing it for themselves, or they would have done it when I started to fail in the army. They would help the boy who recently killed himself. However, they just can't let me wander around until I die. I must be punished, oh master. LOL
https://www.madinamerica.com/2017/03/psychiatric-hegemony-marxist-theory-mental-illness/ crazy people.
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