Schizophrenics have heightened experiences with anti-psychotic drugs, is what I observe at candor amongst those whom reside within my house for dual-diagnosis qualified tenants, who are and really aren't my friends. Perceiving duality, of rational and mood-stabilized individuals is met with the usual apathy; yet we are seers, and psychic. We disagree, yet discern.
A point, that's what I have. Differential by warcraft attempt---psychic anarchy! A skill unrecognized, and disrespected by legislature and bureacracy. It's what man did when they died, by creating myths,went out from beyond what that which was accepted and made it better. The world. I am a sorcerer, when NASA's RADARIS isn't hurting me, that is. I have a lot of words on my mind, and a lot of time on my hands, a computer in front of me and an interesting pique of my own consciousness,sublime
Tuesday, December 15, 2020
Threat Perception Schizophrenic
Diagnosed with schizo-affective disorder, I always perceive heightened offensive threats on abilify. Dark concerns emerge, and it heightens my mood into supremacy.
Sunday, December 6, 2020
Sorcery and Moderna
I knew the work of His. In Ancient times, he was a pharoah to laboratory: yet let me explain. I can see, yet not hear. His soul, occupied remains to kill mine. I can hear this, screeching tumult of labelling attacks only four nights away from where I am. His nears, but are weak, and weakened from wars previous.
I make Moderna supply, fill. I grow trees to make what goes inside. Others grow weary, with no promise of innoculating. They are petchulant and sorcerers too, which contaminate His lab and my medicine.
Therapy Mood Discord
I went into the psychiatrists building chipper. I had no mention of seeing spirits, yet he was kin to one that I am with. He believed I was not seeing.
Tuesday, December 1, 2020
Therapy Observation Accord
One day, I went in to the therapists office, and secluded nothing. I was fixated on peril, and ought not have yet to shout out the fears overwhelming me. I went onward, until my voice was recognized. I was heard, could hear, and was speaking nothing symptomatic! I was elated, yet wanted appeal to hope. This was therapy, day one from anxiety improvement.
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