I bought a house, had two stable jobs and excellent credit, maybe I’m okay to go off of meds, certainly this isn’t a life sentence. Omg was I wrong. The electronic torture started flying, the voices, the delusions. I was thinking I was Jesus, I was speaking in tongues. How I cared for my kids I’ll never know, made homemade breakfast every morning, rarely slept. It was absolute fear. I peed my pants, nearly ■■■■ myself. I never faced a death like that. Got right back on meds, begged for help. It’s all they’re capable of. They sit on no judges seat.
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