I remember when I first started becoming psychotic. I was at the psych ward. I was smoking a cigarette and I will be inflicted with intrusive thoughts of hate. I guess what keep me alive was hope and realizing a lot of things wee see, hear, speak is garbage. I speak because I felt I had an encounter...This is a truncated preview of the original post. Press here to view the full post. Post Comment Receive notifications Add a comment...
