I used to be upset about birthdays. Every year was a year I hadn't accomplished my dreams in life-specific goals I had planned out for myself. I can't get down on myself about that -I was undiagnosed, unmedicated and doing the very best I could in a very stressful world. Now my birthday goes by with no unpleasantness at all. This is b/c I have no dreams left. Absolutely no goals to accomplish in my life. My previous goal involved working with children. Who would let me do that now? In this world a schizophrenic would not be allowed. Would not get past the reference check. Parents would freak out that the schizophrenic would 'schiz out' and hurt the kids.
I hope my blogs make sense to people. The only time I have the energy to write them is after taking sleeping pills-i know, what?
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