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Out of the hospital, back to our regular confinement
5 years ago
I finally got discharged from the hospital, after a truly hellish lonely week, I'm finally back to my regular confinement, at least here I have my TV, pc, and games, which is an improvement over having to do, play and watch everything on the small screen of my cellphone
I am under constant surveillance, even tho Ms. Yola doesn't like the new psychiatrist she has to help him "make me better" in his own words, I can see her opening the door slightly to spy on me and see what I am doing, if I am on the cellphone, if I am doing something the doctor said was aberrant and so on and so forth, it will be a constant battle against them for the next 8 months, my life and freedom on the line
To quote someone I don't know, They say a man never truly knows himself until his freedom is taken away, and right now, I am getting to know who I am, and how little I matter, what plaything of life I've become, just holding my hands up and trying to guard against the punches as best as I can, but its a losing battle, I am wounded, I am bleeding, still holding on my corner, full of anger, hate, and jealousy
Still, after I returned and cleaned my room, (you won't believe the amount of dust that two weeks away can garner) I found stuff I had forgotten about, namely my two external hard drives and my laptop, as well as the passwords to decrypt them, I found I wrote stories, which I don't remember, I will be uploading those here
Also, I will be working on my drawings as it seems is one of the things I am permitted, so expect to see a few more things here from me
If nothing else as a testament I existed and that I fought against life on my own terms, at best it will be a line of improvement, a way to say, this is how I started...
I am under constant surveillance, even tho Ms. Yola doesn't like the new psychiatrist she has to help him "make me better" in his own words, I can see her opening the door slightly to spy on me and see what I am doing, if I am on the cellphone, if I am doing something the doctor said was aberrant and so on and so forth, it will be a constant battle against them for the next 8 months, my life and freedom on the line
To quote someone I don't know, They say a man never truly knows himself until his freedom is taken away, and right now, I am getting to know who I am, and how little I matter, what plaything of life I've become, just holding my hands up and trying to guard against the punches as best as I can, but its a losing battle, I am wounded, I am bleeding, still holding on my corner, full of anger, hate, and jealousy
Still, after I returned and cleaned my room, (you won't believe the amount of dust that two weeks away can garner) I found stuff I had forgotten about, namely my two external hard drives and my laptop, as well as the passwords to decrypt them, I found I wrote stories, which I don't remember, I will be uploading those here
Also, I will be working on my drawings as it seems is one of the things I am permitted, so expect to see a few more things here from me
If nothing else as a testament I existed and that I fought against life on my own terms, at best it will be a line of improvement, a way to say, this is how I started...
