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Disempowerment
I imagine a hypothetical Utopia, and how dismal the experience of life is in comparison.
In a constant state of succumbing to others, or consequence, life feels more like a prison than true liberation.
Pain is mother nature's way of enslaving it's creations.
To be pushed beyond endurance thresholds, mother nature knocks us off, one by one. There's nothing empowering about that.
Take away disempowerment, and power isn't "a thing."
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Living in a nightmare
After I attempted suicide by overdosing on all my antipsychotic medications, and anything else I had in the house to escape the wraith of my torturous neighbours, where I used to live, the nurses and doctors at the hospital assumed I took too many pills to try to get high, that I accidentally overdosed, because I'm a mental health patient.
They treated me like a piece of shit, as I lay there in their bed, stinking of vomit.
I was eventually at the mercy of the psychiatrist, with a convenient view of the psych ward outside the window. She ended up showing me mercy and sent me home.
It was completely silent all night, then chaotic the next day, and one of the neighbours stood outside my door, talking about the smell of death in my direction.
You will condemn me, if you conceive the context of my "illness."
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