The part about America, begins after this headline below: “Looking Towards America From Across The Atlantic.” I have included my story for leverage and incase someone can relate and won’t feel alienated any longer. There are many of us and we have no powerful voice in this world.
Introduction.
I’m turning forty-three soon. After several years in excessive mental hell, and a lifetime of just feeling dreadfully unwelcome in this world, I can easily relate to people in that situation. Addiction, homelessness, hallucinating panic attacks, suicide attempts, bed ridden depression, severe anxiety, heartbreaking social isolation for too long and so forth, have been just ordinary days for the last few years.
In my opinion and infernal experience, the fundamental issue we face today in Western psychiatry, is lack of proper and substantial diagnosis. I had myself voluntarily committed in 2014, while breaking up with my ex over Christmas and thereby separating our kids a week later, after being half-siblings for three and a half years. In January 2015 I went homeless without knowing it or planning it, but after these years with a narcissistic alcoholic and possibly brain damage, I kind of just gradually went homeless in a thick haze of brain fog, defeat and chronic stress/fatigue.
Going Through Horror In Psychiatry.
The diagnosis I got on Christmas 2014, was made in about ten minutes by, I think, a nurse student in her early twenties. Just a single page questionnaire. The day after, a psychiatrist walks in and declares that I am Bi-Polar. I felt so threatened by his lack of professionalism, that I denied all help for months. And because he’s the head doctor, NO ONE in the system dared question his authority, so I was stuck with pressuring my biggest issues down by force for months, just to get by. Eventually I went back and wanted to talk about all the compounded issues, but even that relationship was more or less dismissed, as was my state at the time as a homeless person. Instead, I faced a variety of what I experienced at the time, as manipulation techniques to accept the drugs.
Eventually, my situation got so dire, I went back in, now for the fourth or fifth time. I hadn’t really been sleeping much and accepted a small dosage of Seroquel to help me sleep. After reading about it first, I found out it’s an anti-psychotic, something I was very skeptical off. Not least was I worried because of all the violence that drug can cause when given to the wrong patient. But it’s a standard sleeping pill today, and I don’t think they have much else here to be honest.
I was so tired and desperate for rest, that I took the pill and some hours later, finally collapsed into sleep. The following morning I got up and could instantly recognize that something wasn’t right. The way in which I was stoned, was so strong, that it totally outdid the opium mixed hash I got back in 1999, by far. The high was eerie or kind of creepy. This was no paradise narcotic.
What then followed, cannot be described well with words, but here goes:
- My breathing suddenly went automatically into extremely deep and super fast hyperventilation, something you cannot do by intent.
- My heart rate shot way over what my heart can handle at the most intensity at the gym, probably to somewhere around the 200bpm mark, for a heart that was totally out of shape, and probably irregular as well.
- The overdose of oxygen and insane transfer of blood, made my body feel like it was boiling inside and about to explode like a bomb.
- During this rush, my brain played very short clips of extreme and brutally disgusting violence, which felt like 100.000 frames per second.
- When a split second of clarity presented itself, I realized that I was about to run my forehead into a wall to stop the images in my head, when I said: “It’s the drugs, it has to be. New drugs, new state. This is too abnormal to be me.” I managed to calm down and rationalize it as an emotional detox. Unfortunately, I don’t think many people can rationalize hell so easily as I can. I dread knowing there are many others forced and manipulated into the same.
- When I got out of the room, I could barely breathe or walk. Somehow, I managed to walk three hallways, until I found ALL five staff together in the office. All women and by far not strong enough to take down a totally violent man in psychosis and above average in normal physical strength. Imagine if your boss put YOU in that situation. See, when you zombify the patients, they don’t require care or safety. Their failure was that they forgot to re-medicate me, so I “woke up.”
- The very young nurse whom had gotten me to take the pill, asked if I had it under control, to which I replied yes, because I didn’t trust her anymore. I was lying. I was scared out of my mind. Scared I might kill myself or someone else in there. She recommended a hot shower and that was it.
- Later that day, I got permission to go outside and visit the little corner shop to buy something else to eat. When I got out, I just went straight home. There was no way I was going to let these people end it for me. Not on my watch, not ever.
During the next six weeks or so, I could barely look at any people, because too often, I would see the same infernal images, where it looked like they were being slaughtered. Even my own child was brutally stabbed in a hallucination so strong, I thought it was happening. Toddlers, old people, you name it, I saw it all and it was very bad. I have come to believe that the anti-psychotic, actually triggered psychosis. When I asked around, everyone had the same story: No psychosis prior to an anti-psychotic. I know that in Iceland, suicide post rehab, increased by 63% over a few years period not so long ago. I think they use the same drug over there.
Now, even though it was hard and even though I was crying a lot because I thought this was it, I still brushed it off, because I’m rough, experienced, hard, open minded about what it could mean, AND over forty years old. Try and imagine the same situation for a seventeen years old kid, constantly bullied, raised by loser parents and absolutely no self-esteem or self-love. Just a dreadful existence with no meaning in life. Nothing but the despair of being recognized, until it’s time to pull the plug with one last chance of being seen or heard.
Looking Towards America From Across The Atlantic.
We all know that in America, psychiatry is a sad and a nightmarish joke. We all know that Big Pharma pushes agendas to sell more drugs and to cut diagnosis to prevent therapy and other solutions first. I get that some billionaires just are like that. What I do absolutely not get, is when the American left starts talking about gun control in regards of school shootings. We don’t need guns for that in Europe, we use cars for that. In Denmark, people usually just snap and kill their family. Why would you use a gun anyway? There are more effective methods to slaughter a large group of people. Guns only make sense if you want to make a statement, because it’s a personal act, like being a hunter on revenge against the world.
The American left has totally silenced aforementioned issues and keeps focusing on the guns. And that my friend, is an evil act of ignorance. While they try and secure votes, year after year, those that need the help bad, can’t get it. Perhaps because politicians generally lack the courage to keep Big Pharma in check? Only people like Donald Trump dare go against those companies. And when he does, for example with lower medical costs recently, the left hates him for it. And when they do, they hurt us who are suffering immensely. It always saddens me to see my former leftie scene celebrate each other, as they try and tear Trump apart on issues that I know will help a great many ill people.
The American left does not really care about mentally ill kids in the US, not in the least. These suffering young souls, are just a trade in card for politics to ban guns, because it would be a political victory for the left. Before America fixes her insanity problem, her citizens will continue living with consistent threat of either school shootings, or other kinds of school murders.
Walk Away.
Once we manage to help ourselves, the next logical step is to help others we can relate to, and that is why this article was written. I would like to encourage ALL lefties and liberals in the US to join the ranks of awake and reasonable types, to just walk away. Until their Democrats over there start putting their people before their hunger for attention and career gains. They are indirectly asking for more school violence through lack of leadership on the Big Pharma factor.
Conclusion.
As for my ongoing success with recovery; I finally made the leap and took full responsibility and found a way to overcome most of these issues in about six months. I’m better, faster and way more thorough at this than the psychiatric solutions we have over here. Getting through this mess without help, required me to accept suicide as a potential outcome. Since then, I have cut ties with all of my friends and all of my family, aside from my daughter and her folks, because it was impossible to do what I have done, without constant interference from my former people, pushing me closer to psychiatry and thereby closer to death. That’s how I experienced it back then and I still stand by the decision, because today, I’m finally finding inner peace. Finally at the age of 42, it feels realistic to become happy.