No More Struggle Stories
No More Body Searches as the Nurse Regales her with You have insurance we’ll take you
No More Psychotropic Cocktails
No More Code Blue
No More Fear the Needle of Silence
She learned to make herself small as a shield of protection. Make herself small as a Banner against further mental mutilation
Smile. Be the Model Patient. Volunteer and Attend Group faithfully
The Door is Closed
Silence Reigns and the Scam Continues. Anxiety filled Nightmares peppered the landscape
Her Story has Ended.
For a deeper understanding of Her human condition She stopped fighting Her demons, made friends with them thereby throwing them off kilter. She found a way to make sense of a senseless situation.
When you know who and what you are it all fits together like a broken jigsaw puzzle with missing pieces.
She the misfit. One who is broken, flawed and filled with failures. She does not fit the boilerplate of success.
An Invisible One who slipped through the cracks. No pity. No platitudes. Waiting for answers to prayers.
Lying on a Bed of Roses. Surrounded by Thorns. Inside are Divine Perfumes and Aromas. Outside is a Cutthroat World.
She Bent down to Velcro her shoes, (no shoe strings allowed for fear of suicide attempts). As she bent toppling forth over into the Welcoming Arms of Gaia.