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Labels belong on jars, not people.
20110511 @ Wednesday, May 11, 2011
  I remember the doctor who told me I was schizophrenic and psychopathic.  When someone labels you with that type of disease, it's like blowing smoke in your face—it's like being at Bridgewater in the 1960s.  Everyone stops listening to you. 

Now everyone in my family thinks I'm schizophrenic.  It doesn't matter what I say or do; they think that because I got labeled with that.  The label makes people pigeon-hole you.  I went to the social security office and they asked what was wrong with me, and my mother said, "He's schizophrenic."  At least three people turned around to look at me.   

The word brings to mind sociopaths who kill people.  There's a Garbage Pail sticker called "Schizo Fran" that shows a girl with two halves of herself beating each other up.  That's another misconception, as though it's some kind of freaky split personality.  I don't know much about the definition of the disease, but I'm not sure anyone really knows what the word means.  Wikipedia says "Schizophrenia is a mental disorder characterized by abnormalities in the perception or expression of reality. It most commonly manifests as auditory hallucinations, paranoid or bizarre delusions, or disorganized speech and thinking with significant social or occupational dysfunction."
A diagnosis like that can ruin a person's life, but it hasn't ruined mine.  If you recognize your own delusions, are you still delusional?  That's why the labels don't bother me.  They become less demeaning and less damaging to my psyche.  I don't believe the diagnosis; I think it's a made up word.   My reaction to the diagnosis?  I laughed.  I can admit that my delusions of being manipulated by people who aren't there are false. I know now that I'm safe, and that I've had thoughts that weren't 100% accurate.  But I think doctors feed off a person's confusion; they like to make you feel sicker than you are and there's no reassurance or therapy in the system.  People think that mental patients did drugs and that's why they are the way they are, when in fact they're fed drugs daily.  Some make them sicker, some cause pain.  Nobody knows the exact science of someone else's brain. 

So I will not become my label, a word that means nothing to me.  I shouldn't be judged or stigmatized or criticized. The fact is, it's a confusing world for everyone at some point or other.  If you don't do things in a conventional manner, then you're labeled crazy—but maybe you're an artist. 
I'm recovering from many years in the system.  They make you feel unimportant and like you're like nothing when you're in the system.  I stumbled away into group homes where they're a little more caring.  I know myself and I know the truth and that's all that matters.   Who knows what did what, when you're thrown on every new medication that comes out.  I don't know what to credit my getting better to—drugs or myself.  But I know it's myself.

At the same time, the word never leaves you.  It comes up in situations like job interviews.  It's in my file.  But then again, half the people in federal prisons in America are innocent.  Maybe half the people with psychiatric diagnoses don't really have them.

.  There's a Monty Python skit where someone is talking to a crowd of people, saying "We are all individuals!"  And one guy in the audience says, "I'm not."  Not to ruin the joke, but the point is, what does it even mean NOT to be an individual?
Labels belong on jars, not people.

sayonara,
     M .
 -drunken words are sober thoughts-
Everyday We’ll Never Turn Away
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
 
A dedication to Ade Watson
 
Breaking through the darkness I see no light,
I'm in a dark mysterious night.

In the corner of the room,
My tears no longer can be consumed.

I walk over to a little shining star,
What is it? It seems very far.

Closer I walked to the star,
Then I stop, it's the head lights of a car.

The car comes and goes through me,
It flips and tumbles and hits a big tree.

Soon other cars were there,
The lights from them looked like a fair.

They pull two bodies from the car,
I see one of them, it was my star.

I followed it to a small room,
And I enter it I hear a familiar tune.

There's a small little bed with a small child,
As the doctor left I waited a while.

I approached slowly and I saw,
My good friend lying there looking so dead.

I collapsed in agony and cried,
I told her don't you dare die!

But too late. She grew pale and was gone.
But she went inside of me.

And through her friends,
She said to us, I'll be with you till the end.

 
You said that no one ever wrote you a poem. Well there it is, I sat up all night writing it, watching you. Yes, I wrote this while you were in the hospital, but I tweeked the ending after ….you took your last breath.
I'm sorry, I didn't give it to you when I had the chance.
My mind is all mindraped from everything. You're a douche, you know that?
You come all the way here with them people from New Zealand just because you guys heard that I was in hospital.
I remember how you were on the phone with me, screaming at me for not wanting to be admitted, even though you knew the reasons.
I blame myself.  It hurts knowing that you came here cause you cared and that your leaving soulless…. TT.
The sound of you screaming and the car crash has been tattooed in my brain. The images of the car crashing before my eyes…
I'm just…
I'm sorry. 


Ade is the blondey…. The brunette is Adele, her sister. This picture was taken by me, on Skype. :)
 You took my breathe away. Thank you for just being you, Ade. I'm really going to miss you, and your freaky attempts at speaking in BM. It's funny how you kept me motivated… I took my meds because of you, and when you arrived you said your only wish was that I get my butt into the hospital, so that I don't die. What Irony?!
Thinking whether I should just get my ass into the hospital….just for you. Thank you for being my friend, it's sad how people don't seem to say that enough.




Life isn't about the breaths we take, it's about the moments that take our breath away. - Ade Watson
Micky ; A murderer.
sayonara,
M .
-drunken words are sober thoughts-
 
JUSTIN BIEBER IS EVERYWHERE
Wednesday, May 11, 2011


Dominic a close friend of mine. Famous for his dancing.... made this video :) it cheered me up, thanks man.
P/S : you might have seen him in some Nigahiga videos