Psychiatry gave me PTSD.
Psychiatry gave me PTSD
A silhouette now
Or a hologram
Wedged between sheets of sound
Proof, by some means
Shatter proof glass
Caught
For an eternity; forged,
A mad ranting lunatic!
Labels glued so firmly that any passage of time is inadequate to reverse the grim actuality of
‘Ah, she suffers together with her nerves’ ‘has decreased capability,,,,, performance’
‘What, she’s useless? Ah yeah, the psychological well being certain!
The elevated mortality’
Psychiatry gave me PTSD
A physique adorned in scars
Designed inside its grasp
No artwork with out purple
No achieve with out dread and
The painful hypnotic
Decline;
Into the clutches of
Nervousness, despair, bipolar, borderline.
Any former shine, scratched, as I stumbled, all
Time dropping that means, the road between high quality and never high quality
Erased; beneath the medicated shuffle. Cries to be heard an inaudible muffle
As I’m handed a pair extra tablets
Psychiatry gave me PTSD
A battle of wills
That killed any discourse or dialogue
Energy imbalance
Tilted to monologue,
Orders, and directions from the sane to the insane
The ordered to the
Put up-Traumatic Stress Disordered.
Disordered?
Or a response to being engulfed in insanity, dressed for weeks in pyjamas, repeatedly knocked down by, badness, and unhappiness!
Time for a recent canvas!
Are you able to pay attention? Are you able to see?
My feelings and responses aren’t pathology!
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From the creator: What an inverted actuality we reside in the place issues are sometimes the very reverse of what they appear. I entered the psychiatric system to get assist with PTSD. It left me with a second bout!!!! That realization hit after a dream the place I noticed myself as a silhouette behind glass (heavy Perspex actually). I used to be shouting truths however no-one might hear me. This piece makes an attempt to present a voice to these caught in that system.
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