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Hi, my name is Breanah
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 | Manic(Day 1) |
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 5 with 1 vote(s)
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| Created: 2009-07-03 13:45:11 |
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Manic. The new story. The true story.
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July 19th, 2007
Day 1.
Blue, Grey, White. White, Grey, Blue. I swim from colors in my head like i'm wasting paper by writing this. My fourth day in this place. My first day with this book. The Maniacs inside my head are pounding. There turning my vision Blue. I'm getting into my danger zone. The shrinks are trying 2 days without meds to see if I kill myself. Not likely to happen. I'll end up in the shcitzo looney bin like my brother.
These people tell me i'm a Manic. In other words i'm Manically Depressed and they can't do a go,d da,mn thing about it. But i know what I am. My personalities reflect my feelings. They Change, I become different people. Multiple Personality Disorder. Such a long word for something so not complicated. I'm usually Breanah. But when i'm in the grey i'm Lorelei Laace. When i'm in the white....I become Laceyy.
If i'm nothing, My insides change to Neveah. But that's rare. I miss Neaveh she's sweet.
This floor is infested with suicide nonsense and the druggies who are to doped up on meds to be even an ounce closer to "cured". My roomate is the meaning of suicide nonsense. he'll use whatever he can to attempt to slit his wrists. His name is Jack. I like him. He's my best friend so far. Maybe i'll have a mental hospital relationship. That'll be a story to tell when I get out of here. IF I get out of here.
The food makes me puke, making the shrinks think i'm bulimic also. The "standard clothes" make me gag. Shorts and a tank top. Are they all perves or what? I was finally granted permissiong to where a sweatshirt today. Of there choice of course. Hospitals are always cold to keep everything "sterlized."
And Hello to Jack, Who just walked in from group. He smells of help. There getting to his head. Theres nothing to fix about any of us. Oh well, cooparate and get out. I'll live by that. My shrink, Stacey Higgins, told me the sooner i get out the sooner i can breathe unmedicated, unsteralized air and soak in the crime and horror of the real world. All I have to say is, Bring it on Stacey. I'm ready for the real world to take a big bite and swallow me whole. |
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