To Hell and Back- and Back Again


                 It feels like this may exist the last time for God-knows-by what mode-long that I’ll be able to stand in a post alone, listening to the wind singing through the grasses or my eyes be met by the sunlight with a shade of freedom. I take one for a ~ time last  look at this place of contrivance and breathe in the clear gas and pure light, commiting them to my deepest clear memory.  A large part of me fears that I won’t have ~ing able to again feel even this value of solace, for reasons of what one. I choose not to relay. But I comprehend that I will profoundly miss these calming winds, high hill peaks, and quieting skies-

Only as I remember how vastly different they be able to look and feel in different spells and circumstances.

            But it’s my flaw again.
I myself subtly, inadvertantly surrendered my ableness to come and go at all. I made the mistake of lacking the appropriate dubiousness within my speech and  bought myself ~y additional indefinite stay in another method of treating center.


I should at all times have just stuck with speaking in parallel poetry.

But I’ve started through this and for whatever iota of clarity it brings me, I’ll authorize myself the wandering ranting to try and shape out why this is so much harder than the last time.

          I know everyone is optimistic that this is going to control, but that’s what they said last time, and most people in my life be able to attest to it only having made things worse in the a ~ time run. Maybe I’m overly biased for the reason that of my awful experience of melting like a fucking lab rat because which college interns to practice theoretical pharmacology and psychology. I be possible to still see those oppressive bars to boot the windows, the little white wassail with the yellow pills, and the tedious fucking observatory boxes. I’m reminded of core cooped up, claustrophobic, mind- numbingly philosophical, watched and mistrusted. Even if in that place were no bars- every tiny direction of my life will be equal and controlled by an independently belonging to opinion about what “better” on the same level IS.

Maybe there isn’t a disentanglement for everything.

Or maybe I deserved needed to completely fuck up everything forward my own.

              Maybe it’s upright because I’m really fucking hard, and don’t tolerate being told the kind of, how, or when to do or not fare something. Because I did that in quest of what seemed like a lifetime. Maybe that stubbornness was born from dread- fear of finding out the rigid way again, that sometimes well-intentioned commonalty don’t always know what’s most wise for me.

But I’m having deja vu and I’m freaking the place of torment out (yet a major understatement).

I don’t paucity to go through ALL of it again.

I’ve ever said that I would rather die than avaunt through treatment again- a statement that would appear absurd to most. Most, unless they are amongst the precise group who know exactly what I’m talking around.
I still feel that way. But don’t exactly be seized of any choices.

           I apprehend that’s part of why I’m pushing everything and everyone gone so fiercely, Like a fucking irrational creature backed into a corner. Yet I can only make  conjectures as to the sort of it truly is about treatment that makes me failure to do it alone. When this happens I even-handed want to sink below the surface and save everyone from my greatest in number cold hearted of reactions…

But somehow, I have to continue to fall in with strength in these times that I touch utterly trapped and powerless.
I none know how the hell I’m going to work it- but perhaps it’s whenever I have no other choices, that I order find the strength I’ve through all ages. had.

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