yeah i took my meds. talking about it helps a lot. just an interchange of ideas makes my brain start to work in a different way. the weight seems to be lifting some. i am a very different sort of person. i have to have specific types of contact to engage me and to free my mind.
its time to make big changes in my life. they are going to come about due to necessity. the suicidal thoughts are driving me to kill a set of habits and concepts.
i am not free yet. i will not be happy until i am free. i think this group here is the only one that will ever understand that.
the prison has high walls, higher for some than others i think. i feel that somehow we build these walls ourselves, at least i feel i have.
for me, the prison is really a wall of fear. there was so much upheaval in my childhood and i always believed that the only safe place was conformity to an ideal. i think conformity comes easier to some than others.
i am not a sheeplike person, i am way out on the edge of thinking, feeling, being. i want out of the pen. words, pictures, feelings, ideas flow through my brain constantly. they have been welled up for 47 years. my concepts are not accepted yet i still believe them to be true. keeping quiet irritates me. staying in the pen makes me want to scream.
fringes of the social world due to sexual concepts, concepts about the future, about society, about behavior, how to transmit ideas, thinking way outside the box, causes loneliness and confusion. am i right? does it matter?
i think my life has been one of frustration and boredom and i have thus appeared to be an abusive person because i feel irritated most of the time, which i let this irritation show i am rejected, which frustrates me more.
mainly boredom, oh my god, hours of agony at meetings, in service and assemblies. no new thought, only repetition and regurgitation. no freedom of thought at home with my family or friends, just painful conformity.
my mind has to be unbound, i know the answer. no more therapy or drugs will do that, only actions taken by me, scared little me.
and most of the world is exactly like the witnesses. people in their frozen conceptual states, content with very linear paths, are maybe not content, maybe as miserable as I am, just more reluctant to show it.
boredom, yes, that is the central problem.